Red, white and blue


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Some holidays–Halloween comes to mind–are arguably more fun when you have a kid.  The Fourth of July could be one of these, but isn’t for me.  And I feel sort of bad about this, because the Snork Maiden is very attached to it and I tend to get snappish.

First of all, it’s always hot.  Duh.  And there’s always some outdoor activity.  In our neighborhood, at least since we have lived here (and this is our fifth Fourth), the kids decorate their bikes and have a parade.  Someone plays a CD of Sousa marches out the window, and they go up and down the street.  The old people (this neighborhood was built just after World War II, and a few of our neighbors are the original owners of their houses) sit on their front porches and watch.  Today, the parade was postponed until 11 a.m. so that a 95-year-old neighbor who was getting out of the hospital could be there and see it.

Adorable, right?  I don’t know, it’s just–outdoor socializing, not really my thing?  And it’s a wider group of neighbors than, for example, come to our Donuts with Dr. King party, so it’s also outdoor socializing with people I don’t know that well.  Add that a couple of our neighbors are in a snit at each other.  And one kid’s dad was supposed to pick him up last night (the parents are divorced), so the boy thought he couldn’t be in the parade.  Then the dad changed the plans and said he’d pick the son up at 10 this morning, so the kid didn’t decorate his bike, just kind of hung around while the other kids were getting ready.  But the dad still wasn’t there when the parade got underway.  Or when the parade was over.

So, you know, not the best day.  After the parade, the Snork Maiden got to go swim with some other kids, and I went along to help watch.  The S.M. is really getting the hang of diving.  But, again, hot.  And I’d really had enough social chitchat.  It would have been more fun if Stubb had been there, but then, most things are.

Now we’re getting ready to go to FLS’s house, and my cranky little brain is mostly worried about what the parking situation will be.  Maybe in my next life I will be one of those people who are really good at living in the moment instead of anticipating every problem that might possibly be around the corner.  For right now, I should just take a deep breath and blithely look forward to hanging out at FLS’s.  Our tortellini salad is ready, and the brownies are almost cool enough to cut.  And we will find a parking space somewhere.


6 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by FLS on July 5, 2008 at 6:24 am

    Mmmm, brownies! Tortellini salad!

    There’s one of those parades on my block. I’m jealous of the people with kids who get to march in it. I stand and wave. (“They also serve…”) Or, ya know, sleep through it because I am a weird old spinster.


  2. Posted by FLS on July 5, 2008 at 6:26 am

    Okay, apparently wordpress interprets every right parenthesis as a “smiley,” even one that is being used to close parethenses. Yikes.


  3. Posted by meansomething on July 5, 2008 at 3:08 pm

    FLS, your gathering was, as always, a lot of fun. It definitely redeemed 4oJ for me. Thanks!

    I’m looking at the expression on that smiley and wondering whether the ellipsis and quotation mark had anything to do with it–but they’re still there. I dunno.


  4. Posted by FLS on July 5, 2008 at 6:29 pm

    MMM, lefover brownies for second breakfast! (I had leftover chicken sausage and a sweet potato baked in the coals overnight for first breakfast.)

    Maybe I had a stray comma or semicolon next to my parenthesis. Wait, let’s find out!


    comma/paren ,)

    semicolon/paren 😉

    Ah, empirical research + brownies, what could be better?


  5. Leftover brownies fro breakfast sounds like an excellent way to boost your energy and joy for the day. Sure, there’s not the healthiest option, but everything in balance, right? Thanks for reminding me to go find something chocolate-y to eat.


  6. White Bookmarks… user has just tagged your post as white!…


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