There is nothing like a parade, especially on the Fourth of July. We took in two – the parade in town at 11 AM and the boat parade on the lake at 3PM.
July always seems like a busy month, I suppose all of the months are busy, but it’s July and I am in the moment. I’ve been flashing back and forth from past to present and present to past lately, some of it triggered by where I am and some where I’ve been. I needed something in between.
July means Independence Day, Bastille Day, my stepmother’s birthday, and my mother-in-law’s birthday (she is my favorite mother-in-law) – those two birthdays are only four days and seven years apart. There’s sport – Wimbledon, le Tour, the British Open, and every four years – the Olympics and the World Cup… and then there is the local sport – the Au Sable River Canoe Marathon in late July. It also means being at the lake and celebrating lake style – being outdoors, being with family, and staying up late, and of course waking late as well. Fun, fishing, swimming, boating, friends, and fireworks.
It was a great day and it seems like it was a million years ago, though it was only three. We took in the town parade, and then the kids disappeared down the lake to their friend’s cottage. I sat down to enjoy the peace and solitude to write a few postcards and a letter before B and I headed out on the lake to inspect the boat parade. The parade was short only eleven boats but it was fun to watch. We also go to see W up on a wakeboard. We hosted dinner – burgers and dogs – and then were off to the fireworks. The town fireworks begin late, because it gets dark late here, well after 10PM. But, we oooooed and ahhhhhed at the fireworks, and then when they were done we were back on the lake. My head hit the pillow and I was done.
Saturday and Sunday flew past – chores, tasks that needed to be done and then today arrived. W and I head out this afternoon; homeward bound. I plan to stop to take in another Lake Michigan sunset and oohh and aahhh nature’s fireworks. It’s gonna be a great day. Making the Days Count, one day at a time, one fireworks display, one parade, one moment.
What moments filled your weekend?