So there I was, no idea what to write a blog post about, and I was in a pretty poopy mood, because I wanted to go out somewhere and it didn’t happen. Maybe it was post-scene letdown, but let’s not talk about Macbeth and the witches AGAIN. Anyways, we suddenly heard loud drumming.
What was that? Nobody on this block has taken up drums, have they? Steven went to the door and looked. It was the parade! Every fall Herkimer High School does this little parade. We never know when it’s coming, but one night we’ll suddenly hear drums and there it is!
There was one year when I was already in bed. I was on overtime and turned in really early. I wrapped an afghan around myself and watched from the front door. The next year I thought I heard drums in the distance and threw on sweats. This year I was nicely sitting in our living room. I was barefoot but respectable enough to stand on the porch. I ran and got Tabby’s leash, just to be sure my little dog was safe.
The parade isn’t so long. The band, a few floats pulled by pick-up trucks, and a few pick-up trucks filled with football players and cheerleaders. But I love it.
Needless to say, I am no longer in a poopy mood (incidentally, it is poopy or poopie? My computer says both are wrong). And perhaps this was not the best blog post, but for Non-Sequitur Thursday, it’ll do.
Mohawk Valley Girl 