Well, we did it again. We went to Richmond today and got lost. It seems that we get lost everywhere we go, and are the laughingstock among our friends. I have Phil print out directions or a map before we leave, but to no avail. The directions always have a flaw in them or the map is of the wrong thing. Today we were going back to the Botanical Gardens to see the Christmas lights, we have been there four times. Still...lost. We always end up having to stop at several places to get directions, and I will say that Phil is very good about wanting to stop and ask. It's just the places he stops at...an old southern garage, leaving me in the center of a gang of middle aged Harley Davidson riders, a gap toothed, one eyed pirate at a specialty store, a one armed drug addict needing money...the stopping to ask part is much more frightening than being lost. And here is where we ended up tonight. After driving around in the dark forever, we knew we'd overshot our turn, so he stopped at the first place he saw. And it was an adult fantasy store, in a bad part of town, in the dark. The window had scantily clad females in Santa hats, and men half naked wearing bejeweled boxer shorts. Glassy eyed men were leaving the store with little pink bags holding fun things to give their wives or girlfriends. Why does this even surprise me anymore? He never manages to stop at a decent place for help. And when we have to ask for help, it's so important that we go to the right place, isn't it?
"For this is what the Sovereign Lord says: I myself will search for my sheep and look after them. As a shepherd looks after his scattered flock when he is with them, so I will look after my sheep. I will rescue them from all the places where they were scattered on a day of clouds and darkness...I will search for the lost and bring back the strays." Ezekiel 34