Wow. It was March the 27th and the weather forecast, for my neck of the woods, indicated that the temps just might get up to what I’d call a ‘livable’ range of warmth. As an added bonus the winds were light for much of the day!
It’s true that every so often, Mother Nature is known to toss everyone living in southwest Missouri a gift. Warm temps with relatively light winds and mostly clear skies were on order for this Saturday. (OK, so there was a chance of some afternoon spoiler storms, but I figured that be OK. After all, it was still early spring)!
So, what to do? Well, as an aging old man, I figured that my outdoor options would be a bit limited. Taking a run was out, as was any really strenuous effort, such as walking or even standing up for very long. That left me with eating. (Something I was still pretty good at).
After screwing around at my place for most of the morning hours while thinking about what to eat, I eventually elected to have something from the local McDonald’s. You know, a diet friendly sort of meal…. Like a Big Mac and a large fry. Yeah, that sort of food. So, sue me!
A short time later, when I’d arrived at the fast food emporium, it was close to 1PM and the temperature outdoors was something like 72°. Not what I was hoping for, but still doable. I pulled into the drive thru lane and was thankful that there were just a couple of cars in front of me. As I sat there, I took note of the fact that the parking lot was pretty devoid of any customers. Sure, the inside eating area was open, but I guessed that the fear of Covid lingered. I mused that very few would venture inside until long after that virus was completely dead. Thinking those thoughts, I peered inside the dark interior, and sighed. I really had to give it to the Leftist mass media. They’d done a real number on the American psyche….
Just then, the line moved forward and I dutifully announced that I was a ‘mobile order’ and gave them my four digit code. I then was able to pull up to the pay window, where I was handed a paper receipt without have to dig around for hard currency. Sweet.
Before I knew it, I was on my way to a local park, food in hand and a song in my heart.
Of the three area parks, located close to my town of Forsyth MO. I chose Shadowrock Park as it was not yet flooded out. Just across Bull Shoals, River Run was already beginning to flood. I had pulled up in a parking spot by the lake, grabbed my lunch and a chair and then plopped my big old butt down into it. The day was just about perfect with a scattering of clouds, very nice temperatures and a light southerly breeze. Yep, it was a rare and a stellar day, for sure.