Well, that was good. Really good.
Is there a reason all weekends are not three-day weekends? (Or more?) Is there a reason they don’t all include what this last weekend did? Some of the best parts of life and summer seemed to come together in the last three days and make me feel a little more like a real person and a little less like the zombie I’ve been lately. Confesssion: I have not been the coolest person ever these last few weeks. I have let stress get the best of me. As warranted as that may be for all of us at one time or another, it is getting a little old.
And while we’re confessing, I also had a little too much sun, a little too much key lime pie, and got way too excited about a small-town parade. There.
But the parade? It was cute. Not the kind of cute you need to see every year, and maybe not the kind of cute that needs to last two hours, but definitely the kind of cute to remind you to sit back and take things for what they are once in a while.
Like dogs. Dressed up dogs.
And kids dressed up, too.
And horses. And classic cars. And rodeo queens. And marching bands. And clowns. Patriotic clowns.
(Apologies to anyone with a clown fear. He was not scary at all.)
Then there was a jester. Because what’s a Fourth of July without one, right?
For good measure, it’s also important to throw in some fire trucks/engines. Lots of them.
Yes, it was just a little small town parade. Of course, there were also the politicians (no pictures of that, though) and the poor kids that have to follow the rodeo queens and pick up behind their horses. It all could have been considered very boring and mundane. Which is just what I needed. Those clowns and kids and fire trucks were just enough distraction to remind me to step outside my own bubble, my own problems, even for just a day, and see something new. If nothing else, it was a well-timed break. I might even be recharged– a little.
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