Today I discovered

[mme_hardy]

 ... that my house, which I had always vaguely assumed was on an east-facing slope, is actually on a north-facing slope.

I found this out by installing a compass app and saying to my husband, "Hey, this compass app is broken!"     Apparently it isn't.   All these years, I figured that "My back window looks across San Francisco Bay to the other side" meant that I was looking east, or some variation on it.   Somehow I reconciled this belief with the knowledge that on both solstices the rising sun shines in through my bedroom window, which is at a right angle to the back slope.

I can only say "Duh". 

Comments

[mme_hardy]

A friend of mine didn't believe how bad my direction-finding memory was until she turned right into my hotel room with me, then left the room and again turned right down the hall, fondly believing that I was going back the way I'd come.

[sara]

Well, hotels are terrible because they try so hard to make it all look homogenous. If they would put different colored carpets or something on the different levels it would be much easier.

[mme_hardy]

Oh, yes. Such a very good idea!

[sara]

Distinctive silk flowers, a statue of an elephant once in a while...really ANYTHING. But noooo, it's narrow taupe corridors all the way down.

[mme_hardy]

Parking garages figured it out long ago.

If you did it right, you'd have a Downton Abbey/stately homes vibe. "You'll be on the Orchid Floor."