What are you reading this weekend?

If you look at every day as an adventure, you’ll never get bored.

I used to talk to my kids about this.

Every trip, no matter where, was a grand adventure.

We explored, discovered, yelled, sang and screamed.

I imagine we looked like a truck full of lunatics.

Except, we had fun.

They are off on their own adventures now.

I hope there is still singing and screaming, but when I’m in the car, they are a little more subdued.

Probably mad at my screams of terror from the back seat.

Not so much back seat driving as back seat punching a hole through the floorboard braking.

Or pretending to.

This week was full of adventure.

Most of them accidental.

Wednesday was cold and breezy and we had our first scrimmage of the year.

I couldn’t feel my ears or toes or nose, despite four layers of clothes.

The ballpark has a unique geographic advantage of being about fifty degrees colder than any where else.

Frozen toes-es and nose-es meant heater on high for the drive home.

It’s a twenty minute ride, almost all Interstate.

There is a stretch of straightaway that runs in front of a big giant church, then hangs a left up a steep hill before running north.

The car, heat on high, speedometer pegged out at seventy-five, chugged as we passed the church.

It lurched as we hit the hill.

The computer went nuts, shooting out codes and signals for emergency and disaster.

The gear box was off line…