All I saw this morning when I looked out the door was a bunch of blue in between white clouds. I shut the door and later grabbed my jacket and helmet and left the house to go to church.
When I got to my motorcycle, I was greeted with ice on the seat.
Yes, ice. Well, frost actually.
I promptly started to break it off when I noticed the neighbors car also had ice/frost on the windshield.
Ok, God. I get the message. Auntie Balisada will not ride a motorcycle in this really cold and wet weather.
Pity, it looked like a nice day for a ride.
On the plus side, I did ride yesterday to the next town over. I honked at some sheet who were hugging the fence and was rewarded by a mass exodus of sheep from the fence area. I really should stop doing that. Someday a sheep might hurt themselves and I would be responsible.
Ta!
Balisada
