I've been informed that everything I do becomes an adventure.  This was not meant as a compliment.  I must admit, however, that it does appear to be my default setting.  I was mowing the lawn the other day, which I absolutely love to do because we've got a riding lawn mower and nearly an acre of track.  During the early part of my mowing, I was actually a little bummed that I had this powerful machine to drive around, and nothing too exciting was happening.  I guess my thoughts influenced my subconscious a bit much.  By  the time I hit the backyard and its obstacle course of trees, I had breathed in enough flying dust and dirt and pollen to set my allergies raging. 

An allergy attack on a riding lawnmower - not a good thing, Martha.  In situations like this, I always forget that I have breaks.  And of course, keeping your eyes open while sneezing is pretty near impossible, so it became ACHOO! -open eyes- BUSH!,  ACHOO! - open eyes- TREE!, repeat.  An excellent opportunity to practice those lightning turns. 

Maybe I need more practice.  A little later, I attempted a sharp turn right in front of a rather grand, solid-looking tree.  I got tangled in the branches and couldn't see a thing.  It took both hands to get the branches out of my face so I could see what was beyond them - the tree.  BAM! 

You may not believe this, but it really was the first time I have crashed while mowing.  I yelled, leapt off the mower, and inspected the size of the dent in my paycheck.  Surprisingly enough, no damage.  Tree? Fine.  Mower? Fine.  Me? F-f-fine.

When I told my dad about it later, he dazedly suggested that perhaps there were things I should not tell him.

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