I didn't take even one photo of my 4th of July.
Not even of the 99-year-old gentleman I met who was a POW in WWII and who is growing 51 tomato plants (and who knows what else, but I have the understanding "everything") in his garden this year, nor the somewhat younger, rather eccentric man who was driving him in the parade in a really excellent red 1965 Corvair convertible. And we stood there and talked for almost two hours before the parade started. I'm a dolt!
Not of how well behaved Mr. Jefferies was walking in the [first] parade [by the second one we were all a bit frazzled and our walking conditions were, shall we say, sub-optimum], or when he wasn't walking, being carried in the front pack so nicely and being a wonderful little voter magnet. I'm a dope!
When we were actually walking the parade, I have an excuse. I really didn't have any hands free. It was so godawful hot that I was carrying an umbrella to give me and Mr. Jefferies some shade (a little trick I learned from Chinese tourists in Paris one searing-hot summer, because we in America aren't smart enough to figure it out on our own, except Americans once knew this in the Sawth, but never figured it out -- or were too ornery to try it -- in the Nawth).
So anyway, with the leash and the umbrella, I was fresh out of hands. I have often said I need a full complement of servants to follow me around. Maybe in the next life.
But isn't the small world of the internet and Facebook, and all the rest of it, wonderful? In the second parade of the day, in Alburgh, we were walking along and I heard, "Norma! Is that for the [inaudible]?!"
I had to run to the side of the street to ask my old friend Wendy, who was sitting in amongst a crowd on a porch, to repeat herself. "Is that for the seagull poop?" She is a woman who worked in the bank with my mom for what seems like forEVER, and I had very recently found her on Facebook. She had read about the little unidentified falling object story the other day.
Of course! That's what I should do from now on! Carry an umbrella at all times to protect from the falling seagull poo!!!!!
I sure do wish I were a caricature artist or a cartoonist.....I have exactly the perfect picture of me in mind.
Life is good when you can laugh.