Okay, seriously, this could immediately become an obsession. When I was young, I was obsessed with scavenger hunts. I thought they were the coolest thing ever, and I desperately wanted to be involved in one. I made up random scavenger hunts for myself. I read the book "Scavenger Hunt" by Christopher Pike (who I was also obsessed with for a time in my youth). But geocaching? Oh, baby. It's so cool that my grammar checker doesn't like it, and red lines it every time.
Geocaching is a global scavenger hunt. You log in online and put in your zip code, or region, or whatever... then it will show you all of the different places in your area that hold some sort of 'treasure' hidden by someone else. It gives you the exact latitude and longitude of the hiding place. You put it in your GPS and follow it. When you arrive, you look for a small tube, or whatever has been described online. Inside the tube (or box, or whatever it is), will be a small 'treasure' and a log book, where you put the date and your name. Then you put the treasure back exactly where you found it, and go back online and enter the date you found it. Then it shows up as "found three days ago", or "hasn't been found" or "found a month ago" or whatever.
I might have to quit my job and spend the rest of my life doing this. I wonder if I could get a grant to do that? I'll have to look into it.
I drove to Niles and back today, so I listened to a great deal of "The Sex Lives of Cannibals". I almost finished the second disc. There are eight, so I need some more commuting time this coming week... I have yet to get back to "Playing for Pizza" on the little iPod thingy I got from the library. It's good, but I haven't had a chance yet to be alone in the house doing housework where I could really get some use out of it. Probably this weekend sometime.
That's all for now -- signing off and going to bed.