Our 4th of July weekend was a little bit out of the ordinary for me. Our grandson, Joey, had a three baseball game tournament on Saturday, so the family barbeque was rescheduled for today, Sunday. The lakeside park where he played was full of families watching the many baseball games. In another part of the park, there was a carnival with music floating through the air and the sounds of kids laughing and shrieking with delight. Food and drinks were shared among the families gathered on the grass to watch our team. It was fun being there and it was a nice breezy day. Afterwards we came to our house (we live the closest to the park) and ordered pizzas since this was not pre-planned. Joey had a couple of friends with him and they were quite impressed that a famous football player lived across the street from his grandma. So, off they trudged with paper and pen in hand to get autographs. I wish I had filmed it. They were striding along confidently. That is until they got to his door and then the pushing started, each kid encouraging another to be the one to knock on the door. They came back too shy to finish their task. I said to them that they had two choices. They could tell their friends that they went to get an autograph, but chickened out. Or they could tell their friends that they knocked on HIS door. They discussed it and then back they marched. Unfortunately he did not answer his door even though the kids could see there were people inside. They were both relieved and disappointed. It was pretty cute and the evening sitting out around a patio table laughing and talking made me quite happy.
Is there anything sweeter than the head of an almost two year old?
The official 4th of July barbeque took place at my son's house. He has a big backyard full of things for the kids to do. Weather was perfect, the kids were happy and the food was traditional and yummy.
Here is the annual photo of the kids in their red, white and blue.
Here is a photo of the moms trying to get the little ones to smile.
It was such a beautiful early evening we decided to forego the highways. Our ride home took us through backroads and old towns and farmlands. The normal 40 minute drive took us almost two hours, but it was so wonderful to drive along with the windows rolled down and the fresh air in our faces. I even had my camera with me so I could share this wonderful old tumbledown barn with perfect patina.
Is it a sign of recession or the natural progression of things?
And what about this mailbox? Is the owner just thrifty or down on his luck?