I think we were grocery shopping

but the aisles were so crowded with people that I couldn't make out the food on the shelves. That was a bit distracting, especially because shoppping with my two creatures is generally distracting enough. Add 2,000 or so fellow costumers and well, lets just say I started to forget where I was. I kept thinking, how will I make it to the door and still have these two boys in tow? My subconcious was repeating: milk, roast, lettuce, bread.

When I got up this morning, things looked great. I was planning to go to the grocery store and make a trip to the co-op to pick up vegetables for my mom sometime before noon. I wasn't in a rush. Then the school sent out automated calls letting us know that school would close at 11:30. Early Dismissal. Those make my days oh so joyful. The sky was due to dump a ton of snow sometime after 11:30. Considering this news, I thought it would be smart to make my run to the store and farm A.S.A.P (even though I deemed the extremity of the forcast fairly unlikely). So we loaded up. Apparently, the rest of the town had a similar idea. There is only one grocery store in Trumansburg. So, there I was, with the rest of the town, trying to rise triumphant over the jigsaw puzzle formerly known as the Shur Save. I made it out with our four items and my two boys in a mere 55 minutes, just as the sky let loose.

Memorial Day

We found ourselves in the 'burg for Memorial Day this year. Thus we enjoyed the Fabulous, the Grand, the Splenderific, Annual Trumansburg Memorial Day Parade. Rated one of the "must see" parades of the year, we decided it was not to be missed and even headed to it with an exceptional amount of time to spare. In the back of my mind I was a little fearful that the streets would be crowded and we wouldn't be able to see well enough (prompted by memories of Provo). We arrived about ten minutes before the parade and (much to my dismay) found Main Street deserted. To bide our time, we took a walk to Grove Cemetery and paid our respects to my great and great great grandparents Kelley and upon returning to our car found ourselves with still more time. So we bought milk shakes then pushed to the front of the crowd (which consisted of my mom and dad) just in time for the start and finish of the parade. That's right folks, the start and finish were simultaneous. You could watch the entire parade all at once. That's how grandly short it was. Patrick complained about it. "We came all the way out for that?" "Why even organize a parade?" "I think I blinked and missed it." I just laughed. I guess I wasn't too surprised. After all, I grew up here and I even marched in this particular parade as a Brownie when I was 7. And really, we were only there to support my two fabulous sisters who were the main attraction (which is easy to be when there are only three attractions total). I guess next year I'll be attending this wonderous event minus the company of Patrick. I just don't understand how he can be so accepting of Ovid's BIG M and yet so bitterly disappointed in the T-burg Memorial Day Parade.