Yesterday we had sunshine and temperatures in the sixties; the weatherman was saying that today things go sour and it will start to rain. Tomorrow we might get four to six inches of snow. With that in mind, Cliff took the day off work and cleaned up the motorcycle a little; shortly after noon we were off, headed to Scott's Bargain Barn in Excelsior Springs.
I had tossed together our typical hobo lunch: two cans of sardines, some Hi Ho crackers, carrot sticks, yogurt for me, an apple for Cliff, and a couple of 100 Calorie bags of cookies. Even at sixty degrees, we were a little chilled from the ride, so we didn't touch the Diet Coke I had packed in ice and taken along.
I feel sorry for people who don't enjoy picnics.
The picnic table looked like somebody had been walking on it, so Cliff went back to the bike to get a plastic tablecloth we carry with us.
Because of the nice weather, a lot of parents had brought their preschool kids to climb on the playground equipment. I didn't get a good picture of them because I was afraid if I got too close and they saw a stranger taking pictures of their babies, they might think I was some kind of weirdo. And honestly, looking at this next photo, I couldn't have blamed them.
And now I say, "Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!"