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“America is a tune. It must be sung together.”

June 30, 2015

This morning I was rudely awakened at 8:30 by the sounds of mowers and saws. I cursed. Come to find out, they were working on my front yard removing the branch which had fallen in that tremendous rain storm, trimming the forsythia and wild roses and blowing my deck clear of leaves and twigs. They also cut off the branches which hung over my umbrella. After they finished, all was quiet except for the birds then a shrill voice broke the silence. It came from next door, the renters ( I almost want to make that word totally capitalized). They have about a 4 year-old girl with the sort of voice which causes chills up and down your back. She’s not quiet, and she yells often. Right now she is crying. The noise forced me inside.

The red spawn has learned a valuable lesson. I didn’t fill the beastie’s favorite feeder so it is forced to use one with wire mesh all around the seed area. When I blasted the feasting beastie with the hose, it couldn’t get out of the mesh fast enough. When I went out on the deck this morning with my papers and coffee, the spawn got out of the feeder and ran. I raised my hands in Rocky type triumph.

What a glorious day it is today. The sun is bright and warm and the sky is blue and beautiful. The slight breeze is cooling.

I have to dress my flamingo in its Uncle Sam outfit for the holiday. It is a star filled blue vest, an Uncle Sam hat and a white beard. Jaunty comes to mind. My Travelocity gnome is always dressed in red, white and blue. He’s a patriotic gnome. I think his name is Henry.

From as long ago as I can remember we celebrated the 4th of July. We always had a barbecue, and we always went to the parade. I love parades with all the music, the floats and the pageantry. Every parade, no matter the length, seems to start and end the same way with police in cars and on motorcycles at the beginning and fire trucks at the end. On July 4th floats and bands, drill teams and drum and bugle corps filled the parade with color and music. Uncle Sam walked the route on stilts. I love July 4th. I’m already making plans!

“It is well to lie fallow for a while.”

July 12, 2010

The night was perfect with a small breeze so we had our very first movie night, and it was a fun evening. The set up was easy. The new table held the projector and the screen pulled open from the sides. All I had to do was load the movie and adjust the sound. The debut film was Jaws. When those familiar notes announced the shark at the beginning of the movie, we were almost giddy with anticipation. I got pinched when my friend Clare jumped at the sight of Ben Gardner’s face in the boat. We decided we’re going to have a movie night every week. I won’t sit near Clare.

The weather doesn’t allow for much activity. It is still hot and sticky. Sitting in a chair on the deck, drinking lemonade and reading is about as strenuous as I want to be all day. The book is already outside waiting.

I really don’t remember the heat when I was a kid even though I was busy every single day. In the mornings I was at the playground where I played checkers, horseshoes, a little tennis and did all sorts of crafts. I made countless potholders and gymp bracelets. Once I painted a tray. I remember because it was one of the best things I ever made. I was never really all that talented when it came to drawing or painting, and this was a masterpiece. The tray had flowers, red and white ones. I gave it to my mother. I went home for lunch every day then back to the playground in the afternoon. Once or twice a week, we played softball against the other playgrounds. I was a pitcher and a fearsome hitter.

Twice a week, from the time I was eleven, I had drill practice at night under the lights. The competitions were on the weekends, usually Saturday nights or Sunday afternoons. We competed in the CYO and Eastern Mass circuits. Bands and drum corps also competed at the same competitions. The fields were hot, always totally in the sun, as were the stands. I remember one of my friends fainted a few times during competitions. I think we just walked over her, not wanting the routine spoiled. She doesn’t remember. Good thing probably.

All I want is one sweatshirt day.