Mental Musings

"I may never drive again." Several years ago Wendy told the boys that her name was Wrongway Wendy. She may regret ever telling them that. Today she had one of her worst directional problems which ended with her telling me that she may never drive again. Let me explain as best as we can figure out what happened today as she drove around Orlando (and apparantly several other neighboring cities). She decided that she should take the boys to the Florida Mall while I was in my afternoon sessions of the music conference. She drove me back to the conference and then left to head back to the hotel and Mall area. It should have been a fairly easy return trip: Toll road 417 North to the Beeline 528 West and exit onto Mccoy road which becomes Sand Lake Road that runs beside the Florida Mall. She tool 417 to 528, but somehow found herself at the Orlando International Airport. She turned around to get back onto 528 and the next thing she knew she was driving around the Disney park area (...

We are driving down for the MusicFlorida Conference in Orlando. As we drove through Virginia on I-95, there was a section of road where the sun was reflecting on the asphalt in a way that was showing thousands of sparkles on the road. I was becoming almost hypnotized by the beauty of the sparkles assuming that there must be some type of rock or glass mixed in with the asphalt that was creating the effect. I mentioned it to the boys. After my eight year old looked, he said, matter-of-factly, "They must have just cleaned the road." He paused for a couple seconds and then said, "Or maybe they just built this road." Another few seconds and he said, "Or maybe not too many people use this road." I tried not to, but I giggled slightly. He quickly added, "I think maybe it is just the sun that is making the road sparkle."