Our neighborhood is partying down this weekend. There is red, white and blue bunting everywhere. Cars are zipping in and out of the neighborhood more frequently than usual.
Tonight there is a dinner at the barn next door to raise money for a neighborhood conservation project. We have been getting emailed invitations to the event all week and they make me laugh every time. First, the admission fee is broken down into categories: adult, children under 11 and “nursing babies free.” Which seems a bit invasive, unseemly or creepy to me.
The most enigmatic part of the invitation that says “Live Sounding Zydeco Music!” I can’t imagine what makes music “live sounding.” Is it played by zombies? I certainly hope so. Because we’ll be able to watch all the action from our back porch. I just hope the fence holds. Maybe I should study this website carefully before nightfall.
Tomorrow is our annual Fourth of July Party. AJ and I will be heading down to the riverfront this afternoon to help decorate. The party is going to be bigger than usual this year, because they’re holding a reunion of those who grew up in the neighborhood from the 1960s through 80s. It should be quite a scene. There will be carnival games and a band and a lot of food. Mr. Spy and I are selling tickets tomorrow evening, a rare show of solidarity in volunteerism. If past experience is any indication, there should be plenty of blog fodder. AJ is excited about the party, although I haven’t yet heard if he plans to decorate his bike for the parade that always starts the event. This year, the parade will also be part of a dedication ceremony for a bridge, which was recently completed. One of the men who helped build the first phase of the bridge was killed a couple of years ago in a plane crash. It will be named after him.
The weather is marginally cooler today but much less humid. By comparison it seems quite tolerable. A breeze blew in last night while we were watching AJ’s baseball game and discussing the deaths of Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson. After the game, we sat on the terrace of the bar by the train station while AJ ate a hot dog and Mr. Spy and I drank beer with his brother, who’d come to watch. It was a nice night to sit outside. We came home dusty and sweaty, but strangely refreshed.
There was a good sized class at the pool this morning. Everyone is talking about the parties, complaining about the potential crowds and parking issues, worrying that there won’t be enough food and that it will rain and that high water in the river, which is at flood stage, will cancel the water ski show before we can figure out who is performing in it. No one but me, it seems, has thought to worry about zombies. We’ll see who has the last laugh.
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