"Let's go for a drive, mamma," she asked. I was sitting at the computer and balked. I'd worked all day already and replied, "I don't want to go for a drive." "OK, well, I"m getting dressed, let's go." She's 17 and doesn't often take 'no' for an answer. We headed out where the sagebrush is, where we take the dog for a walk when we really want to tire him out. She must've known something I didn't (or had forgotten) because even though nothing special happened, just being outside on a warm summer night was way better than being inside.
