Goosed

I took the kids to Fennville's Goose Festival on Sunday and, true to form, it rained. It rains every Goose Fest, so why should I be surprised? The weather folks predicted cloudy. What do they know?

I guess Saturday was nice for the festival, but the girls and Jayne were heading to Chicago for the day with some friends and I was at work. The traveling Haydens had a slight mishap, however, on the commuter train in Michigan City, Ind. Their train was struck by another train and was derailed. No one hurt in Jayne's party, but they didn't make it to Chicago. They did some shopping in Michigan City and came home. The girls were disappointed because they didn't get to The American Girl store.

So, the girls asked to go to Goose Fest Sunday, and I couldn't turn them down. They rode their bikes to the high school -- the festival was moved this year from its traditional locale downtown to the school campus.

Weather was cloudy -- as the weather forecasters said -- when we left, but drizzle started as soon as we arrived. Then the deluge.

We did have time for a Sno-Cone, but the rain got so heavy that the rides stopped running and we called Jayne to pick us -- and the girls' bikes -- up from under a sparse apple tree.

Thought: Who got goosed?