When you live on a curvy street, as I do, and you are looking out your front window as I am, you might think you are looking due south, a logical conclusion if your street runs east and west. Only thing is, my street curves. I have the misfortune of living on that curve and I really don’t know what direction I’m facing. I see morning shadows on my neighbors’ houses and I know that somewhere back there in the east, the sun has come up. So, if I make an imaginary arc across the sky directly opposite the sunrise, that should be west. But during the day when the sun soars overhead, it gets confusing.
If my street ran a true east and west or due north and straight south as dependable streets should do, it would make life a lot easier. The only thing worse than a directionally-challenged person is two directionally-challenged persons and one is giving directions and the other is trying to follow them. I once drove around for an hour trying to find a friend’s new house and finally just gave up and meandered back home.
Thank goodness my car has a compass on the dashboard.
I know what you mean. We have argued for years about where Fayetteville is in relation to our house.
Seems to me it’s over yonder a fur piece.
So it’s a family trait! I frequently say ‘over yonder’, never knowing which way I am going!
Yep. I think we are afflicted with the same malady.