Once again I almost neglect to make my blog post. In my defense, it is rather a Wrist to Forehead Sunday, maybe a Wrist to Forehead Weekend. I spent some time yesterday swooning around, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead, of course. My couch had to make do for a chaise lounge. I am somewhat adaptable in that respect. Does it take two days to recover from my DooDah doings? Perhaps.
Only a fraction of the parade!
I stood at the beginning and tried to get a shot that showed the scope of the parade. Then I walked back down the line, taking a few pictures and wondering if I really wanted to ride on a float. I was quite tired by that time. Still, riding on a float was my best bet, since I had left my car at Ilion Elks Lodge and caught a ride to the parade’s beginning (it seemed like a good idea at the time). I could always jump off said float as it went by the Elks.
Who better to appear in the parade?
This is the float of the class of 1976. They seemed like a fun bunch of people when I chatted with them before the parade. They had said if they had room, I could ride with them, but they lacked sufficient space.
They were having fun, yes.
I ended up jumping on a float that had not previously offered but just happened to have an extra chair. It was Emrich Land Surveying. I know the owner, because he is an Ilion Village Trustee. I met his mother, sister and nieces. They were so nice and fun! I was certainly happy to sit down.
I have been sitting or lounging ever since, except for when I have been swooning. In fact, I feel another swoon coming on. This does not bode well for tomorrow’s blog post. Whatever will I do? Worry about it tomorrow, I suppose.
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