Friday, July 23, 2010


We’ve been traveling this summer without a working air-conditioner in the car.  The main problem with this is that we love to read during our trips.  When the kids are there, I read our current book (The Thief by Megan Whalen Turner).  When it was just Mark and me this week, I read Peace Like A River by Leif Enger (which is GOOD, by the way).  Have you ever tried to be heard as you speed down the highway with four windows down??  I pretty much have to shout!  And so I haven’t read nearly as much as I normally do because I have to allow my sore throat to rest.  (I know…boo hoo for me, right?)
Well, don’t worry, I have been shown the error of my whiny ways. 
Saturday afternoon we were stuck in a long line of traffic near Columbus, OH.  I was already dripping with perspiration and was anxious to get to our destination, so finding ourselves at a standstill, was discouraging at best.  I stood up (kind of) in the back of the van to allow my wet shirt to catch the faint breeze that would blow periodically through the windows.  As I sat back down, I said, “Man, why am I the only one who’s miserable?”  Sam said very softly and with a respectful voice, “You’re not, Mom, but you are the only one who’s complaining about it.”
And just like Jeff Daniels in RV, I was filled with chagrin.