Well. I've already screwed up the July meme
, because I forgot to write yesterday. Maybe there will be two today.
Anyway, yesterday was the 4th. And while I'm not overly patriotic, I do kind of like the holiday. My neighborhood completely changes; there is a huge influx of people who come to see the parade and many of them stay until the fireworks show in the evening off the pier. It's really better not to drive anywhere downtown (as I was reminded when I dropped off Gareth at his friend Connor's house), because the streets are crowded while huge numbers of bicycles - more than any other day of the year - and those who are driving seem to forget all the rules. Everyone is having parties that overflow into front yards.runsamuck
hates parades, so he escaped to his friend Jerry's for awhile. Gareth really wanted to see the NASA float in the parade, but despite getting an earlier start than usual, we still missed it. We never bother with staking out a sitting area for the route a block away from our house. Instead, we just walk down the sidewalk and occasionally stop to watch something - it's usually me who stops, because I want to take pictures, and then I get prodded to continue by Angus, who prefers to be in motion.
It's usually the same groups of people every year. The Pearl Harbor Survivors are becoming a tinier group every year, and now WWII is becoming a another war for the re-enactors, although as the wars become more recent, the reeneactors need bigger equipment and more technology. Maybe it becomes more an excerise in costuming than actually recreating the battles. The Shriners are taking the "old men in fezzes driving tiny cars" to new limits. I don't think they can make them much smaller. And I always like watching the horses; although,seriously, DON'T let your toddler come up behind
the miniature horse to pet it.
And then the group Military Families Speak Out
walked by. To complete silence; no one gave them encouragement (well, I whistled and gave them a thumbs up), no one cheered. And I puzzled over the next in line - the Orange County Chapter of the NRA. To be fair, they didn't get much applause either. It was near the end of the parade and maybe people were getting tired. Honestly, who scheduled that line-up?
We didn't do much the rest of the day - runsamuck
BBQed, then walked up to the school to watch fireworks. Avalon amused herself by rolling down the hill we were sitting on. I was tempted to but, thought the wallet and keys in my pocket might hurt. By the time we got home, I was rather glad I didn't. I think all the walking we did the last couple of days has made me a bit sore.