Blogging is something new for me, so, anyone reading this, I say in advance, I appreciate your patience. I was fluffing around the net, one evening, and discovered my favorite actor has, in the past, blogged here. I said to myself, "Maybe blogging is something I should try," so that's why I'm here.
I live in a little town in Northern AZ. When I first moved here some years back, we were, quite literally, 75 miles from anywhere. Since then, towns have grown, including this one, and now we're more like 45 miles from anywhere. I worked for a long time in a combination hardware store/tourist trap/snack bar near the town's western exit of I-40, and learned to give directions in a big way: "Going to Prescott? Go to Ashfork and hang a right," or, more often, "Going to the Grand Canyon? Go to Williams and turn left." Sometimes even this kind of simplicity seems to be more than our guests can grasp; I refer to those (sometimes literally) lost souls as Vacant Vacationers. They went on vacation and forgot to pack their brains. For these ones, directions to the restroom can be overly challenging. The giftshop where I work now has a view of the men's room door as you enter the building, and also a sign over the hallway arch that says "restroom," and people will still come and ask me where the bathroom is. And they're not wearing sunglasses. Completely on autopilot.
I mention in my profile that I like needle arts of various sorts. It's probably more accurate to say I am a freak about crochet and embroidery. Anybody out there do Hardanger? I'm just getting started with it. Scarcity of patterns inclines me to think it's a "dying" art.