Cliff has missed three Fridays straight, at work. After all, when the weather is right for motorcycle riding, what can you expect? He says I'm turning him into a bum, but all I did was mention what a nice, sunny day it was.
So yesterday afternoon after Cliff called into work to tell them he wouldn't be in, we headed north to Cameron, Missouri, to see a cousin of mine.
Gerald restores classic cars, and has at least a half-dozen of them waiting in the wings; he's in his 70's, and I seriously wonder if he'll live long enough to do them all... he's such a perfectionist!
That pickup he invented will be next, once he finishes his current project. When he talks about it, his eyes light up, and you can tell that's the one that has his heart.
This morning it was raining, but AOL weather assured us the clouds would move out. While it was raining Cliff and I did our little dumbell workout. By the time we were done with that, we were able to go for our walk, and after one more weather-check, we went for another road trip. Ain't life grand?
A small tractor show at Chilhowee, Missouri, one we'd never visited, was our destination.
Great fun. Great day. Lots of smiles.