A Day Off

 There was no school on Friday so we really made the best of it.  I slept in and when I woke up I found Rocky feeding Ike oatmeal while they watched cartoons.  Basically it was a perfect morning.  We had planned on going to the pumpkin patch but on our way it started pouring rain.  I tried to bribe the kids into letting me out of it by taking them to DQ for a Ladies Lunch.  (Even though Ike is a boy he still gets to go to Ladies Lunch.  We decided on the way that the name reflects the fact that it is the type of lunch that ladies would do, not that it necessarily excludes gentlemen.)  Rosy wasn't satisfied with eating out.  She was crying and whining and exasperated said, "Who cares, it is just a little rain? That's fine. WE CAN BE IN THE RAIN!"

 So when we finished eating and the sun came out we decided to go for it.

 Johnson Farms might be one of my favorite places in all of Eugene.

 It was a gorgeous afternoon as we loaded up our buckets with pumpkins to throw at the scarecrows.  We hopped onto the hayride and were on our way.

 Just as we started moving the sky went dark and as soon as we got to the pumpkin patch the clouds began to dump rain.

Somebody immediately changed her tune.  The stoic in the car melted into a bawling shivering mess.  The change was so drastic that she, and I know it is hard to believe, actually apologized for her earlier tantrum.  She was careful to defend herself though, and in true political fashion continued to justify her position.  Rain, she can handle, but she wasn't warned about thunder and lightning.
The rest of us thought it was delightful.  We picked out our pumpkins and laughed at our luck. On our hayride back the sun came out again and revealed the gorgeous fall afternoon that had been hidden by the storm.