Although I had planned to set some traps over the weekend, I did not. I decided to take it easy. Tim and I went to watch stock car football. Laughter is the best medicine, and I got a heaping dose of it. We sat with a group of friends, and we are a funny bunch of people. We all laughed ourselves stupid. It was also scary. Luke, our friends' son, flipped his car. He didn't get out of the car for a heartstopping time. "Mary," I said, "maybe you'd better go down there..." and about the time that she handed me her camera, and began to head down the bleachers, Luke climbed out of the upside down car, and leaped up on the undercarriage, throwing his hands up in the air to show that he was okay. They rolled his car back onto its wheels, and then, almost immediately, his teammate, Pete, flipped his. Since Luke's team had won the previous two years, they had become the team to beat. Their opponents were driving aggressively, and 'the Red, White, and Blue' was responding aggressively. The final round had the two top teams coming back for the Superbowl, and as I watched, I said, "Gees. These teams are out to win." The crowd loved it, and Luke's team did win, for the third straight year. It was almost a relief when it was done, because it started to get scary.
We drove Cara back to college. She's hired by the college to be one of the people in charge of the dorms. She's called an RA, gets a free room from the college that she does not have to share. That will be nice for her. Plus they pay her for 11 hours of work a week, so she'll have a weekly income. That will be nice too.
Do you suppose she's depressed?