Horseshoes in the Rain
Yesterday my family was invited to a cookout. Not being ones to turn down free food, and knowing that our hosts were great cooks (the world’s best diet pills couldn’t turn me away), we accepted.
We knew it was supposed to be a little cooler than the previous couple of days and possibly rain, but that didn’t stop us. Spring in the mountains is notoriously unpredictable, and we kept telling ourselves the weatherman was wrong. Unfortunately, he wasn’t.
When we got there, it was sprinkling just a little, but it quit. We eagerly set up horseshoe pegs and started throwing. For the first couple of games, no more precipitation fell. But then it started.
I played one game while it was sprinkling, then I quit. Not so much because of the rain, because I don’t really mind being out in a light rain as long as it’s not too cold, but I was concerned about my wrist aching like it did the last time I played horseshoes. I even stood out and watched them play, despite getting slightly soaked.
Hubby, his aunt and our hosts played another game, and by the time they were done, the yard was a muddy mess. It had begun to rain fairly steadily, and they finally decided to wrap up and put the stuff away. But not before their hands were covered in mud!
They had begun cooking around the time we started with the horseshoes, and they continued to do so. Too bad they didn’t have a covered porch! But they were sports about it, and dinner turned out great. We played some cards afterward, and then we headed home.
I’m always giving people who don’t have enough sense to get in out of the rain a hard time. But I guess I don’t have much room to talk, huh?
