Sometimes she knew where she was and where she wanted to go but all the details in between were a complete fuzz. Even if she had been to a place hundreds of times.
Her children has learned to tolerate her twisting winding indirect routes to most every destination. For her part, she always allotted extra time for being lost and told the girls that the variety could lead to adventure and discovery, or at a minimum, rescue them from boredom by way of sheer terror. Plus she had GPS in case she ever got really lost. So, she said, glancing in the rear view mirror at her girls, there were very few wrong turns in life that couldn’t be corrected.
And the girls wondered whether she was talking to them anymore and whether it was really about driving.