I've been putting quarters in a pint jar for over four years; it's almost full, and this morning I decided to see just how much money I had in there.
We went on a motorcycle ride today. Cliff said to get our hobo lunch ready: He was going to stop by the John Deere dealer in Richmond, then go on to Excelsior Springs to Scott's Bargain Barn.
He's been looking at zero-turn mowers lately, and I suggested while we were at the John Deere Dealer, we should price some of theirs. He was ignoring my suggestion, so I went back inside all by myself and made the request. By the time someone got around to helping me, Cliff realized I had disappeared and joined me. We got the low-down on John Deere zero-turn mowers and headed on to Excelsior Springs.
I really do not enjoy Scot's Bargain Barn; it's dusty and dirty, and they sell a lot of stuff I'd classify as junk. Up toward the cash register they have candy bars on sale for a quarter; now you'd have to pay me to eat one of them; Lord only knows how old they are!
Cliff had planned on us eating our picnic in Excelsior Springs, but it was only 11 o'clock when we came out of Scott's. I suggested we head home and stop at the park in Lexington, which is less that ten miles from our house. It was an enjoyable stop, and at least we were eating at 11:30 instead of 11. Our picnic table overlooked a lake, and we watched families of geese swimming to our end; once there, they got out and grazed awhile.
They were soon followed by a smaller family with younger babies.
I drank my Mexican Coke this afternoon, and it is definitely better than regular Coke. Cliff, who only likes artificially-sweetened pop as a general rule, agreed it was better and tasted like Coke tasted in the old days.
And I believe that's all the news that's fit to print from around my place.