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Today we all went down to the parade for 1/2hour to an hour, depending on who you were. (Jason and Maddie left after a half hour, then he called because he couldn't get her to stop crying-- and I can? but you know-- so Sam and I went back then). Sam was mesmerized but quiet-- overwhelmed perhaps? and waved to everyone that went by. For some reason he was more excited by a plain van that went by than the many more interesting vehicles in the parade! He WAS interested in all the other vehicles, but not as much as by that green van. And I swear, every dance troupe that went by while we were there was dancing to Michael Jackson. I'M NOT KIDDING, EVERY SINGLE ONE. Which was at least three.
The parade makes me feel patriotic, because where else but America would you see such a mish-mash of cultures on parade? And hear "America the Beautiful" played on bagpipe?
The only get-together we are participating in this weekend is Ellie J's birthday party tomorrow, because any Independence Day parties that might have happened never happened. Jason's aunt used to do a huge thing every other year, and this year was the expected year, but that either didn't happen or we weren't invited for one reason or another. There had been talk about going to J's folks' for yesterday, but when Jason called to ask about that apparently that wasn't true either. When he relayed exactly what his mom said to me, it sounded like she thought WE ought to have something, but Jason said "You could come if you WANTED but the house is a wreck." This was on Wednesday though! I can get the house picked up if given THAT much warning, especially if I have reason to! (The house is a wreck normally because it's hard to get motivated to pick up if Sam is just going to wreck everything again unless I KNOW something is going to happen here). Jason is a confused person. He says It's Cookout Time this weekend! and we buy the right type groceries, but then he discourages people from coming? See, he likes setting things on fire but doesn't like parties I guess, so "cookout" by his definition is just that-- cooking out. Nothing to do with parties. Even though we ALWAYS cook out on nice days when he's not working late.
Jason is incredibly introverted for a person with absolutely no shyness. I on the other hand am a million times shyer, but apparently less introverted, because I LIKE parties. Even though I mostly just peoplewatch at them. And the Eating Everything In Sight part.
Anyway, so we are having shish kabobs and corn and a wide variety of chips for dinner, just the three of us, and the fourth but she gets her food much more processed. Sam has a bit of an intestinal bug, so his eating is erratic anyway. I imagine we will have many leftovers.
The yearly party in the park is going on now, but Sam is napping. Last night somebody was setting off fireworks in the park. That is quite loud, that close. No police ever showed up to break it up, even though a cop lives two doors down from us. Possibly he was the one setting them off. I was just reading a book that talked about Guy Fawkes Day, and I was thinking that November IS a much better time of year to have your big fireworks day, because you don't have to wait until after people GO TO BED for the sun to go down.... The proper fireworks display will be happening at the school stadium tonight, but we will also be in bed by then, most likely. We can still hear them here, but not as deafeningly.
Maddie is in an oddly cheerful mood right now. Oddly because she's been lying under her activity center here perfectly alert and content for 45 minutes now. That's an amazing length of time to be awake and not screaming!
*Also, my next-door neighbor is the chair of the whole celebration here. I feel rather In.
The parade makes me feel patriotic, because where else but America would you see such a mish-mash of cultures on parade? And hear "America the Beautiful" played on bagpipe?
The only get-together we are participating in this weekend is Ellie J's birthday party tomorrow, because any Independence Day parties that might have happened never happened. Jason's aunt used to do a huge thing every other year, and this year was the expected year, but that either didn't happen or we weren't invited for one reason or another. There had been talk about going to J's folks' for yesterday, but when Jason called to ask about that apparently that wasn't true either. When he relayed exactly what his mom said to me, it sounded like she thought WE ought to have something, but Jason said "You could come if you WANTED but the house is a wreck." This was on Wednesday though! I can get the house picked up if given THAT much warning, especially if I have reason to! (The house is a wreck normally because it's hard to get motivated to pick up if Sam is just going to wreck everything again unless I KNOW something is going to happen here). Jason is a confused person. He says It's Cookout Time this weekend! and we buy the right type groceries, but then he discourages people from coming? See, he likes setting things on fire but doesn't like parties I guess, so "cookout" by his definition is just that-- cooking out. Nothing to do with parties. Even though we ALWAYS cook out on nice days when he's not working late.
Jason is incredibly introverted for a person with absolutely no shyness. I on the other hand am a million times shyer, but apparently less introverted, because I LIKE parties. Even though I mostly just peoplewatch at them. And the Eating Everything In Sight part.
Anyway, so we are having shish kabobs and corn and a wide variety of chips for dinner, just the three of us, and the fourth but she gets her food much more processed. Sam has a bit of an intestinal bug, so his eating is erratic anyway. I imagine we will have many leftovers.
The yearly party in the park is going on now, but Sam is napping. Last night somebody was setting off fireworks in the park. That is quite loud, that close. No police ever showed up to break it up, even though a cop lives two doors down from us. Possibly he was the one setting them off. I was just reading a book that talked about Guy Fawkes Day, and I was thinking that November IS a much better time of year to have your big fireworks day, because you don't have to wait until after people GO TO BED for the sun to go down.... The proper fireworks display will be happening at the school stadium tonight, but we will also be in bed by then, most likely. We can still hear them here, but not as deafeningly.
Maddie is in an oddly cheerful mood right now. Oddly because she's been lying under her activity center here perfectly alert and content for 45 minutes now. That's an amazing length of time to be awake and not screaming!
*Also, my next-door neighbor is the chair of the whole celebration here. I feel rather In.
