My Day On the Road

 I had to get to the Yarn Spinners (storytellers) meeting, and I thought we (meaning Bill coaching me about following the map) had it all figured out. I turned too soon on MacMillan, and after quite awhile, remembering the landmarks, figured out I'd taken a wrong turn.  So, back I went to Whitehall Road.  Then, I got past Michigan Adventure and turned onto the proper road, Michillinda, where the Merry Maids sign was, then to Nestrom.  I turned left more than once onto South Shore Drive, and finally, asked a senior guy, in a wet swimsuit, at a bar and grill, where to go.  It seems Nestrom actually also "turns into" a different South Shore Drive. 
The storytellers said I looked good, since I apparently had good coloring, and I said it was high blood pressure.  Two other storytellers came in later, causing me to feel better about myself.
 Looking at the map again, I don't see, even now, how I could have figured it out. 
 Bill and I were both concerned, after all that traveling, that I might run out of gas, but upon returning and stopping at a gas station on Whitehall Road, I called Bill. We figured I could make it. 
 I followed him to the gas station to get a lesson in gas pumping, because I'd gotten away from it for too long.  I didn't want the rocks in one of our heads to simply fill the holes of the other (i.e. dysfunctional couple). When we finally arrived in the gas station store, the folks at the clerk's counter said they had been wondering about the "mysterious" pump #10. Nobody had come in yet to pay, and yet, the car was still parked there.  So now, I am willing to also learn oil changes and tire gauging.
 I'm going to train him on the computer, which he tries to avoid.  He thinks I'm "working", especially with head sets, because that was what he used to do at work. He's been away from the computer too long, on purpose.  Ha!