Garage sale? Check.
Parade resulting in 5 lbs. of candy? Check.
Street Dance? Umm... no... babes in bed. And well, I've kind of outgrown that scene.
But now, the remaining list includes:
Ecumenical service. Usually an SRO event that means I sit in the church nursery with all of my kids and chat with other women and don't have to stand, sit, fight fight fight (or sing) old hymns. Just have to referee cherubs playing with kids that they didn't realize went to church... or something like that.
Brat feed. By the Knights of Columbus. At the park within walking distance of the homestead. Includes root beer floats. Always good. Even in pouring rain.
Fireworks. Ooooh. Aaaaah. Right outside our front door. Life doesn't get much better than that, except of course when the neighbors trees get too tall or they leave their driveway lights on (ha ha). We may have to do some trimming for next year. Or build a balcony off the roof.
Red Rooster 5 mile Run. That could be ouch. Small town run. Small town that actually has lots of fast people who live here. I just pray I DON'T look like I'm dying during the run so the talk of the day isn't, "Poor Mrs. Peterson, I thought she was going to collapse right at mile 4!" Peterson's have medaled in the past. Not likely in my case this year.
BBQ Chicken Dinner. Now, the title is deceiving. This is not your typical red sloppy BBQ sauce type of meal. This is secret spray grilled chicken goodness kind of meal. And you eat it in a GIGANTIC metal shed of the local seed company with about 200 other people and a line out the door of another 50, and it stays that way continuously for approximately 4 hours. It is something to be seen.
Other Kid Goodness. After the dinner, there is the obligatory car show in the outfield of the town ballpark and then the inflatable jumpy things for the kids where you drop approx. $10 for 3 minutes of exhaustion. (They need to have one JUST for parents... it's so not fair). And the petting zoo, the pony rides, the pies baked by band kids' parents, and last but not least, the Pedal Tractor Pull. Now Luke won this when he was, I don't know, 9? 10? I'm going to enter Thing One and have him work on his form so he can repeat the championship.
Oh yes, there will be a future post with pictures. (yes, my Superhero fixed the camera. Way to go Idaho!)
BUT, as is par for my course, no pics of the parade today. Forgot the camera. Oops.
None of the garage sale. Too much sadness as the woman took the infant car seat out of my life. Thing Two had more difficulty saying good bye to things than I did! He was the worst salesman to have out there. Every time someone walked up he would say, What are you doing here? And if they picked up something, No, you're not selling that. No, you can't have that. That's mine. Finally, he just grabbed the boxes of happy meal toys (that NO ONE looked at anyway) and said, Mom open the door please. And in the house he walked. He lost more than one sale for me... but he was darn cute in the process. Truth be told, some clothes hung for a bit, and then made their way back in the box. Too hard to sell some outfits when I can still see in my brain the kid wearing it.
To end the day, Thing Two says, I miss Bumpa. I want him back. If we get our boat and a hook, we can go get him out of the water. ??? And Dad says, He's not in the lake. He's in heaven. Thing Two plainly says, Well, let's just drive there and get him.
I think that's a good idea. Bumpa always liked Red Rooster Days. Let's just drive there and bring him back for one more.
