I mentioned to Cliff last night that I'd like to go for a motorcycle ride.
This morning I woke up and realized there was a load of laundry that seriously needed to be washed and hung on the line. So I filled up the washing machine early on.
Cliff got up and we ate breakfast (Cream of Wheat). While he enjoyed his third cup of coffee, I did my therapy exercises. As I was doing the last couple of them, Cliff got on the exercise bike for his daily five minutes; we're hoping that will be a good "warmup" before we walk, and perhaps his back will benefit.
Then he accompanied me to the clothesline and helped me hang some wet clothes, and we walked.
Now, I'm a little bit disgruntled that Bonnie's calf isn't taking more of her milk. Her two previous calves were taking every drop by this age. I want to be able to leave home for a few days, and until that calf takes more milk, we can't go anywhere. It reminds me of something I saw on a sign in front of a church recently: "If you want to see God laugh, show Him your plans."
He must really be having a good laugh right about now. We had all sorts of travel plans that have been put on hold.
Cliff asked this morning where I wanted to ride, and I told him I really didn't care. He suggested we visit a cousin of mine about twenty miles from here, and I told him that wasn't a long enough ride. But then he started giving me other options, and when he mentioned Marshall, Missouri, I agreed. It takes you through lovely farm country on roads that aren't too busy. Because Cliff shared some of his junk money with me the other day, I told him we were going to use some of the funds in the "fun" envelope and eat out. I figured there'd be plenty of places to eat in Marshall.
When we got there, we did see several places: Pizza Hut (no thanks, the only Pizza Hut we like is in Higginsville); Subway; Taco Bell; and a few others. But, as I told Cliff, "None of these are ringing my bell. Let's just save money and eat at McDonald's."
That's what we ended up doing, to the tune of $4.25. We ate off the dollar menu. Two McDoubles, one small order of fries, two apple pies. Water was our beverage of choice. I mentioned to Cliff that the 25 cents tax was less than I expected.
On the way home we stopped at our favorite orchard and bought a few peaches. In Lexington, we went by the library and I got a library card in my name: now I have both mine and Cliff's cards with which to check out e-books.
I noticed it was after 2 o'clock, so I asked Cliff to go by Sonic; Happy Hour was on, and I wanted a large diet cherry limeade... Route 44 size, $1. However, the tax was thirty-five cents, and Cliff insists on tipping those girls who deliver the order. So it actually cost $2; had I known that was going to happen, I would have passed on the happy hour thing. If only Lexington Sonic had a drive-through window! Oh, and there's supposed to be a maraschino cherry at the bottom of the limeade; there was none in my drink. I was ROBBED!
Cliff filled up with gas and we headed home (long way around because of road work, but I had my drink to help pass the time).
It was a nice little getaway, so I'm going to forget about the $2 limeade WITH NO CHERRY AT THE BOTTOM.