The Open Road

We're dedicating this weekend to getting nothing done, to relaxing and hitting the road less traveled – or never traveled by us – to seek some fleeting R&R before the workweek begins anew on Monday. I'm still not sure where we're going, but common sense and the need to relax dictate a mere 90-minute drive from the rigors of Cowtown and its clogged gray ribbons of stress. A small town? A peaceful lake? A rented canoe full of smiling faces? Gotta pick somewhere by Saturday afternoon, because Sunday beckons like a blank piece of paper, and here we are with a fresh box of Crayolas.

Friday night, we're going to soak up high culture by heading to the Fort Worth Botanic Gardens to hear an outdoor concert featuring the three medalists in the recent Cliburn piano competition. Here's to hoping our 2-year-old will stay awake long enough to dance like nobody's watching – something he does to all genres and rhythms and melodies – and here's to hoping T-bone and the Petite Filet won't be afraid to join him. Saturday will be spent working in the a.m., taking swim lessons and maybe trying to get a little bit of something done. Call us practical before we try to relax, dear hearts.

Whatever your next coupla days are filled with, I hope there is at least a measure of joy and peace and happiness and fun to be found. Isn't that what all of us want when we hit the open road?