We were were planning to have a picnic Monday with Rich and Izolda, but nothing solid. By the time we decided to pack up the cars and head to Greenbelt National Park, the storm clouds were gathering ominously. We found a lonely picnic table under a tree near areas with lots of other people, but the sky was getting darker and darker. So we grabbed our stuff and ran to the picnic table. We ran around doing picnic things as fast as possible. Rich juggled his pins for a moment then let them fall to the ground as he ran to do something else. Chris started throwing a frisbee to himself while John unpacked the cooler. I made a sandwich while Rich ran and got an instrument (okay, he says it’s a travel guitar, but it looks kind of like a lute), hurriedly played a few lines of Kumbaya, and ran and put it away. Then he got out a Bocce ball set and threw the balls out on the grass. John threw another one and then they put that away. Izolda mostly laughed. We all ate quickly and with much humor, as the thunder and lightning moved in. We took pictures and stuffed our faces as the rain started coming down. Flowers fell out of the tree and into our food with a splat. Once the rain started getting through the leaves we threw everything in the cars and got in. Then it really started coming down, and we could barely see on the drive home. All this took about 25 minutes. BEST. PICNIC. EVER.
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