Adam and I had a very fun time this past weekend. It was the first Saturday we had spent together in four weeks as Adam has been busy putting in a furnace and air conditioner for a family we know. One of the towns near us was having a festival of sorts, so we headed on over there along with my in-laws, B and J. The clouds were very threatening, but we were brave and besides, this was going to be Josh's first parade experience. Upon arrival, we meandered very quickly through the craft booths while the clouds got darker and darker. Our friend Shelly had a booth with a few of her photographs displayed and shortly after I had made it to her tent, the heavens opened and it started to pour. And I mean pour. People huddled here and there under tents or walked quickly by under their umbrellas. Shelly tried to keep the leaky tent from dripping all over her display. She tossed plastic over one large photograph of a very beautiful baby. She was exasperated, but I was enjoying the rain storm. The rain eventually subsided and we went on our merry way. Adam was already asking about going home. (He's no fun ;) But I really was looking forward to the parade. After all, I had always loved the parade when I was a kid and why should I stop now? The sky continued to threaten rain, so we gathered on the steps of the Methodist Church on Main St, which had a nice overhang in case it started to rain again. Thankfully the rain held off until the parade was over. I loved the bands and the gorilla driving the go-cart was very funny, especially since I knew the gorilla from work. We waved to the festival queen and to our friends who marched by. My sister, Hannah, joined us to watch the parade and the two of us enjoyed the candy tossed out into the crowd. I felt like a kid again. When it was over, Adam was very ready to go home cause he doesn't especially like parades. I guess I can't blame him. After all, he doesn't know anyone in my hometown so he doesn't enjoying seeing all the familiar faces like I do.
Saturday evening we had a few friends over for burgers and a good game of croquet. Our family has been playing croquet every summer since I can remember, so you'd think I'd be a pro by now. But, despite my croquet handicap, I do enjoy a good game. The fellowship was sweet and we ended the evening gathered around a little camp fire. Ahhhh, what a nice weekend.
I won't bore you with a detailed entry of what we did on Sunday.
Monday, May 19, 2008
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I'm so glad your day turned out fun. I went back to town for the fireworks, which I watched alone vecause I let the kids go off by themselves. It was cold and so much different than it used to be when we went as a family and sat in Judie's back yard.
Oh, that would be lonely! Sorry you had to watch by yourself. We used to have so much fun when we went as a family and watched from Judie's yard. Growing up changes everything, doesn't it?
It sounds like a fun day! Did you roast marshmallows?
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It sounds like you had a great day and you are carrying on the tradition of going to the parade that your parents started with you guys. That's pretty cool.
That sounds like such a nice day.Adam and Stephen are both stick in the muds when it comes to things like that.Stephen hates it when I want to go to the park and swing.He says that it is so childish.I still like doing childish things sometimes.Brings back so many good memories.
Funny, my husband is usually the one on the swings.
Once, when I wanted to have a snowball fight, Adam said he wasn't eight any more. Who says you have to be eight to have a snowball fight??
Funny, my husband usually starts the snowball fights.
You must have a very immature husband. ;)
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