adventure
Posted on Sunday, June 28th, 2009 at 1:44 pmL
OK. As promised. An adventure. Follow the links. Or, should I say Lynx?!
Today I went to Sunday School for grown-ups. A woman was there talking to another fellow. I smiled and nodded as I slowly but surely got the jist of their conversation. She had recently been on an obstacle course that included at least six zip lines. It was in Sanford, just north of Orlando, outside the front gate of the Central Florida Zoo. The obsticle course is called, appropriately, ZOOm Air Adventures. So, anyway, I thought of you. And your bud. And the Central Florida Regional Transit Authority. That’s right – Lynx – the local bus! You can take it all the way to Sanford. Just you and Mattie. A Run-A-Way Holiday. Now, I’m not suggesting you run off without telling everyone who needs to know – it’s always best, on any adventure, that someone at home know all your plans. But, I was thinking, if you got the OK from Jen and Marie, maybe the two of you could launch off with your bikes on the bus to Sanford for the ZOOm adventure. You know, before school. It’s probably just an OK kind of adventure. But, you know, going off with your bud, together, to do something a bit scary like taking a bus to Sanford to a strange theme park where once false move might lead to a broken bone miles away from anyone else who loves you. That is my kind of cool.
Oh, and, FYI, don’t even think about asking your grandmother to take you to the ZOOm adventure, particularly on a day when she takes care of Rachel and Michael, because, one, she probably would, and two, she’d probably take Michael and Rachael to the Zoo while you and Mattie are doing the wild thing up in the trees like a chimpanzees, and three, you shouldn’t ask your G’ma because she’d probably pay for some, if not all, and she’d probably drive you, and this would really remove most of the fun (right?) and way too much of the risk (a no-no, sí sí?), and another reason you shouldn’t ask your gramma when she’s watching Michael and Rachel is because I’d be left with the house all to myself with so much peace and quiet that I might get the idea that peace and quiet is the way life is supposed to be. And furthermore, don’t work your grandmother into volunteering to take you by scaring her with this wild story of some crazy risky adventure your father dared you to take and make her think she just has to take you in order to save you from all the dangers out there in the world waiting to pounce on PYTs like you and your bud. Please, don’t do any of that. Please, don’t . Let me repeat that – Don’t. It might work.