Thursday, Enoch texted me and wondered if Adam wanted to referee some basketball games in Wells, Nevada on Saturday. My first thought was, probably.
Awhile ago, Enoch and Adam talked about basketball and refereeing and one of them said something about how Adam should go to Nevada and ref sometime.
I didn't know they were serious.
But I texted Adam and he was all in.
I called my mom and she said we could come and stay.
So we did.
We left Friday after Adam got home from work and Emma did a quick and intense homework session. (That girl is all kinds of busy. And she does such a good job on everything that it makes the time crunch worse. Why did I get a perfectionist for a daughter?!?)
We took Sweet Allis Chalmers which is what Adam insists on calling his car even though the rest of us think it should be called The Illiad (because we also have an Odyssey). It's nice and snug and has heated seats in the front and back which are ideal for cold fall evenings. When we were passing Tooele (a.k.a. leaving civilization), Adam said, "Oh, I didn't think about filling up before we left. The car says we can go 120 miles. Can we make it to Wendover? (a.k.a. not really civilization but they do have gas stations...and enormous casinos)
I said, "Of course we can make it to Wendover. It's only about 80 miles away."
But then we were driving straight into the wind. We watched the gas gauge drop drop drop and I have to say, it kept us awake.
Finally, we were below empty and had about 20 miles to go. Adam said, "Maybe you should say a prayer."
I told him I already had.
Emma was sleeping and Mark had on his headphones (roadtrips where I had to entertain bored toddlers are a distant memory). I got Mark's attention and told him to say a prayer. Mark's prayers are always good ones. We finally rolled into a gas station at the exit for the Bonneville Speedway. We had been going on fumes and prayers. The car has an 18 gallon gas tank and we got 18 gallons of gas.
The rest of the drive was less exciting.
It was lovely as always to stay with my parents. I like sitting around their living room, visiting. Saturday morning, Adam went to referee and Mark and I went to Olivia's to visit her. (My parents went to an early morning health fair in Elko, but then my mom joined our visiting later.) Marianne's family except Morgan were at cross country state so were sad not to see them.
The boys were all playing outside and Omar who is three came to Grandma for help with his coat. It used to be Braeden's and then Mark's coat! Were those guys ever so small? It melted my heart a little.
We all went into town for the 11:00 game. Adam refereed and Enoch coached and Isaiah and Luke and Morgan played. Adam did a fine job and enjoyed himself. I felt like offering Enoch a throat lozenge pretty early in the game. That kid gets hoarse. It's not so much that he yells, but he speaks loudly. With a lot of enthusiasm.
I felt like offering the boys a trophy. Wowee wow wow. Isaiah, who gets up early every morning to practice basketball is a superstar. He is tall and lanky and coordinated. It's a good combination for basketball. I loved when he would pass the ball to Luke and Luke would make a basket (of course he would). They'd run down the court and point and smile at each other. Luke is too young for the team, but he knows a guy (the coach) and he can hold his own against much older kids. Also, Luke gives the best hugs in the world, but that is irrelevant to basketball.... Morgan also made a basket and I loved watching him bite his lip and concentrate on defense.
I completely hit the jackpot in the nephew department. I love all of them.
I also loved sitting by Jennifer during the game. She watched with all the intensity of a mother bear watching her young but the only time she got truly animated was when she was worried that Isaiah was going to hurt another kid. "Oh, be careful!" she would call. She has the kindest heart you'll ever find.
We went back to my parents for a delicious meal and more visiting and my dad fixed my necklace.
In the late afternoon we headed home and it was a lovely little trip.