Hatz; or, How To Use Up Your Stash.
All I could think was, Perfect sweater for a 7-month pregnant woman.
Hemstitching gone wild.
That’s younger son second from right. Dark-haired guy got married a couple weeks ago.
Our county fair was a couple weekends ago. Perfect weather, hot but not ungodly so, low humidity, no rain (except when we were setting up, but we were inside the 20’x20′ tent so the rain didn’t bother much). I worked the 10am – noon shift every day. Many years at the fair have taught me that early in the day is rather less warm than later, and I do NOT like heat.
Once again, it is an election year, and election year means Parades! There were four in June, five in July, and zero in August. Go figger…
There is always a lot of standing around before the parade…
…which gave me plenty of time to meet our fellow marchers.
What you may not realize about this unit is that the center little trailer had a functioning generator that ran a pump that pumped water into the sink in the third trailer.
The walkers who distributed campaign stickers to kids along the parade route always told them, “Watch for this car!” (campaign stickers had an image of the car). When the car would appear the kids would go wild!
This was my usual view as I drove. My primary directive was Don’t run over any kids! because the kids loved to run into the street to grab the candy thrown by walkers and riders.
Of course, there were other candidates in the parades…
The high point of the summer was the Fourth of July weekend, with three parades in two days.
The most fun of all for me was the parade in Siren on the actual Fourth, probably because it seemed to have the biggest crowds. Everyone was in such a festive mood!
Sometimes festive overflowed into weird, but that’s okay — everyone was happy!
Red. white, and blue was the order of the day.
There were tired-looking bands and not-quite-in-sync flag wavers, but this was before the official start so it was fine.
How frickin’ perfect* is it that National Lazy Day falls on my birthday?! And that it happens every frickin’ year?!
Yes, it is an exciting life here for The Kat™.