“Normal people believe if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. Engineers believe, if it ain’t broke, it doesn’t have enough features yet.” (author unknown)
Though I was a young bride in 1977, I had matured enough to expect Ted and I were different in our likes, dislikes, desires, and approaches to most tasks. I figured he could be dressed and ready for a party in about ten minutes, while I required at least an hour. I knew he would always be excited about a new car while I would reserve my elation for a new sofa.
Ted is not one to count calories, relish in small talk, knit a shawl, or bake a cake. None of this ever came as a surprise to me. Most men do not care for those things. However, a husband who is an engineer brings additional idiosyncrasies into a marriage. I knew basically Ted did not think or act as I did. After all, opposites attract; however, I was not prepared for the alphabetized spice cabinet, the Dymo-labeled outlet plates, or the computerized light control panel.
In my pre-wedding day dreams about our future, I never envisioned the countless
electronic devices invading every corner of our home which flash and beep continuously. I never read in any “Secrets to a Happy Marriage” book how for every otherwise simple task for which most human beings just merely tend to, my engineer husband has a different approach due to a special wire, an adapter, a button, a zinger or a whatchamacallit!
I needed a book titled, “How to Stay Happily Married to an Engineer” to help prepare me for a marriage in which every decision — whether it be about buying a home or proper diaper folding — would involve logic, calculations, and graphs. Perhaps the engineer’s wife’s handguide would have helped me avoid some confusing and disconcerting times, as I muddled my way through co-habitation on Planet Vulcan.
One of my concerns about RVing is that some of the stress born out of Ted’s and my different ways might be exasperated in the confinement of our small dwelling. It’s one thing to become impatient with his obsession with codes and details when we are in our large home. I can always go to another room while he works through his frustrations with the ways of average humans. In the RV, I have few places to escape.
Our Winnebago, a.k.a. The Delta Flyer, is equipped with every modern gadget one could possibly need. It has sensors and panels which light and chime to alert us of any impending danger. While on the move, we are warned when our vehicle is teetering toward the center line or driving too close to the car ahead of us. There are digitized displays to inform about tank levels, pump efficiencies, and air temperatures.
We have running water, air conditioning, a microwave oven, two televisions, DVD & Blu-ray players, satellite radio, and a built-in Global
Positioning System (GPS). There are, what seems to be, thousands of buttons and switches everywhere you look. Ted understands each and every one of them, while I am still struggling to comprehend the toilet flush options.
We just returned from a week on Prince Edward Island (PEI). It is no wonder Anne of Green Gables’ author, L.M. Montgomery, found so much inspiration there for her books. The island’s residents are as kind and gentle as the rolling hills are green. Every bend in the road brings forth another stunning view of rich pastures, red earth, and sandy beaches. The ocean views are breath taking. It truly must be the blueprint for Heaven’s design.
This was the first time we brought the Flyer to a foreign country. It was not without it’s challenges. We managed an early start from the Walmart in Bangor, Maine, where we had parked the night before. We reserved a car to rent on PEI. The rental place was scheduled to close at 5:00 p.m., and it would remain closed for the weekend. As this was a Friday, we had to get there before 5:00.
We made decent time getting to and through customs, but signs posted at the border patrol’s booth reminded us we were entering the Atlantic time zone. We just lost an hour! Still, we thought we had enough time to spare.
When we finally found a place for lunch, it had to be quick, but even at the McDonald’s we were beginning to experience the laid-back pace of the island. After placing our order, we waited about twenty minutes for our food. Back on the road, we made our way through busy traffic and construction zones as the minutes passed more fleeting than the miles.
At 3:30, the GPS was telling us we were at our destination but there was no car rental
place to be found. After driving up and down the road a few times, requiring aggravating backups and turns to accommodate a 25-foot vehicle, it occurred to me to get out my phone to get Google’s opinion. We were about seven miles away from the car rental business. The RV’s GPS got it wrong.
One of my husband’s other quirks, as if his engineering gene doesn’t offer enough fodder for my writing, is his attention to finances. I hesitate to complain too much about this because his talent in this area has kept the bills paid and our lives comfortable. However, there are times when spending a little more can alleviate unnecessary stress. As it turns out, there was an additional $10 fee on our phones for each day we spent in Canada. For this reason, Ted decided we only needed one phone — mine.
With the stress of picking up the car behind us, I got behind the wheel to follow Ted to our next destination — New Glasgow RV Campground. Driving a strange car in a foreign country was way out of my comfort zone. In fact, I had never done it before. It’s sometimes a challenge for me to drive my own car outside of the small community where we live. Nevertheless, in order to fully appreciate our time on PEI, we required a car. Therefore, I needed to rise to the occasion.
Although I was following Ted, I programed my phone’s GPS, just in case we became
separated. Right from the start, Ted was not doing what my Google lady was saying. She’d say, “turn right” and he would turn left. Then she would say, “Okay, recalculating.” The trip was supposed to take thirty minutes, but after more than that amount of time and a half dozen times of my lady saying “left” while Ted kept going straight, I was becoming concerned. I could have sworn at one point that the Google lady was making deep sigh sounds because she was just that frustrated with me not following directions.
Here I was following a big RV (which blocked my view of anything up ahead), driving an unfamiliar car in a foreign land (remember, I have no natural instincts for direction), while trying to do math in my head (one kilometer is how many miles?), and listening to a computer-generated peeved voice. Of course, there was no way to call Ted to ask him what he’s doing, because he didn’t have a PHONE! I thought about pulling over to get his attention, but there was a good chance he would be miles away before noticing I was no longer behind him. So, I just kept following him and hoped he knew where he was going.
Ted finally pulled off on a very rural road next to a farmer’s field when the RV’s GPS
said, “you have arrived at your destination.” He walked over to me, I rolled down my window and handed him my phone. As it turned out, the RV park was just down the road. We had gone in a round-about way to get there. Ted diligently followed Google Lady’s advice, and we managed to get there without too much more stress.
The rest of the week was delightful. Our campsite was beautiful and close to many fun and historical sites. We enjoyed riding bikes, taking long walks, shopping for souveniers, and eating delicious meals. We, of course, made time for the one thing that cannot be missed — the Anne of Green Gables’ Heritage Place.
Thinking back on all of it now, it almost seems like a dream. It’s such a relaxing and peaceful place, well worth the drive to get there, even with a GPS that apparently has too many features!