It was a beautiful Summer Sunday
morning. The sun began its rise over the hills to the east. I can
feel the excitement, as I got ready to meet everyone at the picnic.
Yesterday, I made the potato salad and placed it in the
refrigerator. Now, I take it out of the refrigerator and lay the
potato salad in the plastic container. I cut up the egg, and garnish
the top with the sliced eggs and some paprika.
My wife Debi runs rushes out of the
house and drives to the local convenience store. She jumps out of
her blue Ford Taurus and rushes inside to pickup 2 bags of ice.
After she gets back, I pour the ice into the ice chest. The clock is
ticking to 10 AM. I need to leave to make the picnic grounds for our
noon rendezvous. The excitement begins to mount.
Debi and I go through the
checklist. We make sure we have the plates, fork, knives, spoons,
cups, our blanket and towels, paper napkins, garbage bags, insect
repellent, charcoal and lighter. I quickly load them into my gold
Jeep Cherokee. I make sure I leave room for the important items, the
food and drinks.
In the kitchen, I put the food
together. Into the ice chest goes the potato salad, the meat,
condiments, pickles (because I just ate one), and drinks I want to
keep cold. In the picnic basket, I arrange the cake, potato chips,
cookies, and other non-perishable items. I quickly take them to the
Cherokee and finish loading. Debi and I do a quick kitchen
run-through to make sure we did not forget anything. Satisfied we
have not forgotten anything, we return to the garage and jump into
I backed out of the garage and hit
the remote garage door button. It slowly rolls down. After checking
for oncoming vehicles, I back onto the street. In two hours, we will
be in the rich pine forest at a remote picnic ground I recently
discovered. There joining us will be our friends, ready to enjoy
another picnic adventure.