Yesterday was an absolutely awful day.
I got up really early (for me) to drive over to my class. Google maps said is was a 2 hour and 24 minute drive to the class. Google didn't tell me that the sun would be glaring so bad that I would not be able to read the signs and therefore I would miss the turnoff. My sense of direction took over and I made three wrong turns. I stopped and asked a nice woman how to get to the road my class was on. She told me to turn around and go back the way I came. I did. Then there was road construction and I couldn't get through.
That is my worst nightmare, knowing where I need to go and not being able to get there. I was late for my class. It took three hours to get there. Then I find out that the people who actually attend the guild meetings got the prestitching. Then there weren't enough tables set up and I sat in the wrong place (the glue spraying table - which is a bad sign in itself).
The teacher was very nice.
The class was not what I expected. I thought we were going to make a box. No. She handed out premade boxes. (Paper mache boxes covered with wallpaper). We only lined the box using manila folder and moire fabric. There is a small bit of stitching of a band to hold scissors. I managed to screw that up as I didn't understand the chart. We tufted the bottom liner and I broke two needles trying to do that.
The lunch was great.
We were done by 2:30 in the afternoon.
Great - I can get home early.
I get directions on how to get back to the highway and I actually manage to get there. After only a few miles there was a backup. I mean there was a BACKUP. Miles of BACKUP. Was there an accident? What was going on? It took an hour and a half to go 5 miles. My head was ready to explode. Everybody had to get off the highway. I assume there was some construction going on. I was afraid I was going to run out of gas right there on the highway. I made it off the highway and got some gas. I went next door to the gas station and got a hamburger. I happen to hear someone ask how to detour. Luckily(?) I heard what to do. I had planned on trying to go the other direction. So I follow the directions and everybody forced off the highway was on this two lane road going about 15 miles an hour. ARGH. After a while the traffice sped up. I thought I would never get home. It took over 5 hours of driving to finally get home. I spend more time driving that I spent in class.
I am never doing that again.
I am very thankful to be in one piece and to be home.
Tomorrow is another day.