Is it real? I don’t know, but I have it. I celebrate walking out of a public restroom and knowing which way to turn to get back to civilization, because it almost never happens. I turn the opposite direction. Without the mountains, the route I’m on is all a gamble. And yet, I am adamant that I KNOW which way we should go. (There should be an award for spouses who have to live with this disability.)
To further intensify the matter, I purchased a large metallic directional compass for the wall of the deck. Of course, the way I thought it should be hung and the way my husband thought it should be displayed were different. Thus, we sought the counsel of the dinner attendees.
Three out of five family members agreed with me! (Even though that third vote was for an entirely different thought process.) Amazing how one piece of metal could spawn a heated argument and three different opinions, all of which made sense!
We’re hanging it my way.
When it’s hung, do N and S point in the correct directions? If so, I believe you’ve hung it correctly. If not, I want to know you’re logic to this?
I’m sure you thought this through!
Kraft
Yes!!! That’s exactly what I did!
Fun! I know where you’ve been shopping, it looks great, even though it suffers from your malady😉
Directional Dyslexia-yes i now have a name for how i get turned around coming out of an office building. I have to be very intentional when i enter so I can remember how to get back to my car!
Brilliant!!
Amen!