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A
Winter Picnic...
The previous evening had resulted in a record-breaking
snow storm.. The sideroads were closed and highways were shut down. In
fact, it was simply too cold to go outside due to the below zero temperatures.
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weekend for Vincent and Kira.. They had planned a trip to his brother's
home that Saturday but that was now out of the question. Even though it
was only a half-hour drive away, the weather conditions were such that
it would have been too risky to attempt. |
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They were confined to their home and would have to make the
best of it.
Kira decided to catch up on some of the housekeeping while
Vincent puttered in his workshop. The morning hours kept them busy but
began to run out of things to do. Cabin fever was setting in. As the early
noon approached, Vincent asked Kira is she had any idea as to what they
might throw together for lunch. They often prepared meals together and
considered cooking as one of their mutual interests.
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"Let's have a picnic," she replied.
"A picnic? In the middle of winter? Are you kidding?"
"Hey, I'm serious. It will be a lot of fun. Come on, let's
do it!"
As she disappeared down the hallway, Vincent started rummaging
through the kitchen cupboards to see if he could come up with something
befitting a picnic. Kira returned a short moment later with a blanket draped
over one arm and a picnic cooler in under the other arm.
"I found some leftover ham from the night before last,"
he said. "We could slice it thin and make up some sandwiches with the onion
rolls over there on the counter."
"Terrific idea! Look, I found a nice blanket. We could
stretch it out in front of the fireplace. What do you think?"
Vincent could not help but smile as she stood there waiting
for his approval. Her eyes were gleaming as she tilted her head. A cute
little girl expression covered her face reminding him once again of the
many reasons why he loved her so much.
As he reached out and took the cooler from under her arm.
She turned toward the living room carrying a multi-colored
blanket. It was still dangling over her arm. Carefully laying
it out over the carpet in front of the fireplace, she padded the corners
to make it look inviting. |
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It only took about ten minutes to make up a couple of
sandwiches, locate a bag of barbecue potato chips, and a couple of cold
sodas from the refrigerator. He also found some paper plates, a few napkins,
and a few pieces of plasticware in one of the kitchen drawers.
As Vincent was gathering it all together, he noticed that
he was beginning to feel a little too warm. At that moment, Kira appeared
in the kitchen doorway making the sound of a trumpet as if announceing
the arrival of a potentate. Vincent looked up and there she stood in the
doorway wearing last summer's bikini--hot pink and very revealing. He also
noticed that she had one arm behind her back.
"What are you hiding," he asked?
Without saying a word, she revealed a pair of his swimming
trunks and simply said, "I turned the heat up. Put 'em on!"
"Kira, you are too much!"
She took over the job of filling the cooler with their
picnic luncheon while he ran to the bedroom to get changed.
As Vincent made entered the living room, he first noticed
the blaze in the fireplace. The room was definitely hot enough to
| warrent their beach attire. It was then that he saw the
large colorful towels draped over the folding chairs next to the blanket
that was spread on the floor. Sitting atop one of the chairs was a beach
ball. She had thought of everything. |
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"Wait a minute," he said. "I've got one more idea before we
get started."
He ran over to the stereo cabinet filled with all of their
CDs and began scanning the labels on a few that were at the bottom of the
rack.
"Here it is. I knew it had to be here." |
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He opened the plastic cover, pulled out the disk, and
inserted it into the CD player. In a matter of seconds "Sounds of the Ocean
Surf" filled the room with the sound of waves crashing up against the shore
as seagulls screamed in the background.
It was at that point that neither one of them could hold
it in any longer. Every couple should laugh together. Amused at themselves,
they broke out in laughter; the kind that occurs when two people are very
happy with one another.
Once they regained their composure, he served lunch while
she rubbed suntan lotion on her her bare stomach. When they had finished,
Vincent suddenly realized that he had not thought to include any
dessert.
Kira's eyes brightened and her voice took on a sultry
quality as she suggested, "Uh, I could be dessert."
As he stretched across their picnic blanket to hold his
wife tightly in his arms, he thought to himself, "Gosh, I hope she doesn't
wait until July to insist that we take a romantic sleigh ride." |
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