After lunch I tooled through O'Bryonville looking for gifts. Finding a few. Scurrying back to my car before the time expired. On my way back to the car I stuck my hand in the pocket of my fleece. Fingers assessing the contents. Keys. Phone. Chapstick. Something else. What was that? FYI - I am like a squirrel when it comes to storing things in my pockets and I have a hard time with clothes that have none. This often leads to surprises as things resurface out of no where.
I felt of it trying to guess what it was without looking, a weird personal game I play. Hard plastic. Roughly the shape of my phone but smaller. I pulled it out to find it was my compass left in the pocket at the end of a day of letterboxing. It was a gift from Sno' - my letterboxing conspirator who knows my penchant for misplacing or outright losing stuff. This one has a lanyard so I can wear it around my neck. I sheepishly admit I do just that and often forget that I am wearing it like a symbol of my office as geek goddess which I wholeheartedly embrace. And it is a garish day glo green that would be hard to miss if you were looking for it.
I stand there in O'Bryonville holding it and compulsively adjust the dial so that the red arrow points north so I can get a true reading should I feel the need which I don't. I'm glad it has turned up now. If ever anyone was in need of a compass to help them get their bearings it is this nerd girl. And I quietly wonder - Where to now? The answer is still - I have no idea.
:-) But Mary, you will find your way and I am not sure that you need a compass to do that. But I am glad that will always know where north is (and again, I know you and you don't need a compass to stay true to yourself). You made me smile several times, but especially about the hug. How sweet.
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