There's laundry left over from the trip, sitting in the basement patiently waiting for me to care. There's also the laundry we've been generating since we got home. There's dog hair covering every square inch of carpet in our house. There are boxes of Longaberger waiting to be unpacked and sorted. There's kitchen garbage waiting to be inserted into the new composter-thingy that Bill bought and assembled for me. I was thinking of going over to Ray's and finish painting his doors, but the weather is rainy and hot and humid--not a good day for painting.
I know--I'll read a book! Or start a new knitting project!
I am a terrible, lazy person.
Yesterday, Bill and I went into town to view the Independence Day Parade. There were Shriners. There was a high school band and drill team, complete with tossing rifles (something you'd NEVER see in California or other more gun-phobic locales). There were local officials we didn't know and beauty queens of all age groups. Every emergency vehicle in the county showed up. There were tricked out classic cars and giant tractor-trailer rigs, sports teams, Scouts, church groups, homemade floats, and baton twirlers. I got the feeling that pretty much anyone who wanted to be in the parade was in the parade.
Dr. Phil Roe, a candidate for U.S. Congress was walking the route, shaking hands and introducing himself. I found this amazing, because our Congressional District is huge (maybe 8 counties?), and he took the trouble to come to little ol' Rogersville and be in the parade. I liked him, and will probably vote for him, since our current Congressman has failed my correspondence test--his replies to my emails have shown an appalling lack of intelligent reply or grasp of concept.
It was fun, it was hot and crowded, and it was the right thing to do on the 4th. Bill later went back into town for the fireworks, and came home very late, having gotten stuck in traffic (!). He said he had never imagined that so many people could cram into our little town for one event. Cars were actually double-parked on the four-lane highway running through town.
Being the life of the party as usual, I snoozed through those after-dark festivities, knowing I'd never last if I went into town with him.
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I'm glad Bill made it home from the fireworks. I cannot imagine going in later in the day to even think about finding a possible parking spot, let alone getting out to try to get back home. We hung our flag - I got the red, white and blue placemats out - we bar-b-qued on the grill AND listened to the scanner at all of the activities in town, good and bad - GLAD we were comfy at home, out of the chaos (each year it gets larger and larger) - LOL!!!!
Happy 4th - a day late!!!!
So the guy riding on the back of the 'Roe' float and playing banjo is my friend Jess that I went to school with since Kindergarten - how funny! I keep telling Logan that I am going to drag him to a Rogersville 4th of July one of these days...
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