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So far as I can see, a procession has value in but two ways–as a show and as a symbol, its minor function being to delight the eye, its major one to compel thought, exalt the spirit, stir the heart, and inflame the imagination.

July 3, 2014

Arthur will be dropping by tomorrow bringing showers and thunderstorms. This afternoon we’ll have heavy rainfall and hail. My July 4th barbecue is now July 6th. The events originally scheduled all over the cape for tomorrow, like parades and fireworks, are either cancelled or postponed. It will be a dreary 4th of July.

Today’s weather is so humid I swear the wicked witch would melt. I can even imagine hearing her cackling as she melts and becomes a puddle on the deck. My air conditioner is blasting wonderfully cool air. I turned it on yesterday afternoon when I began melting. I, however, did not cackle.

July 4th is the holiday which has changed the least over the years. Towns, big and small, still have their parades and fireworks. Barbecues are lit in backyards everywhere, and the air is filled with the smell of food cooking. We used to have hot dogs and hamburgers when I was a kid. Now I have ribs, chicken and sausages. Potato salad is still a necessity. Mine this year will be sweet potato salad, and I’ve found a great fruit salad I might just add. Corn on the cob slathered with butter will round out the meal. I always think of corn on the cob as the great American vegetable.

My sister won a prize in the July 4th doll carriage parade. She was a hula girl wearing a grass skirt. My mother made a similar skirt for the doll carriage and the doll. My sister even got her picture in the paper, but black and white didn’t do her justice. She was Hawaiian colorful. Only once did I take part in the decorated bicycle parade. I didn’t win a prize, but my bicycle was great looking with colorful crepe paper wound around the wheel spokes and hanging off the ends of the handle bars. In Colorado my grand-nephew is going to be in the decorated bicycle parade. I believe crepe paper is involved. He is quite excited at being in the parade. I know that feeling.

On July 4th some movies are a must see. If you want the patriotic route, there is always the musical 1776. I, however, think the best of all movies to watch is Jaws. It even takes place on the busy holiday weekend when, because of the vacationing crowds, the mayor wouldn’t close the beaches that is until the little kid got eaten. The second movie to watch is Independence Day when aliens screw up the holiday by trying to vanquish the population of Earth. As if that would happen!

Today I will stay home. The roads will be crowded with people looking for something to do to occupy their rainy day. I don’t have enough patience to deal with that.

“The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.”

March 24, 2014

If I were to add up all my errands from this morning, today would be the most industrious of days, a day worthy of commendation. It was my annual physical first then three more stops. One stop was for the animals, including the birds, who now have enough seed, food and treats to last through the snowstorm. I stopped at the grocery store and bought all I need and a few things I didn’t need, like Twizzlers.

The roads were fairly empty without the usually frantic before the storm shopping. That will be tomorrow. Did I mention we are expecting a storm with blizzard conditions starting tomorrow night into Wednesday? The Cape will be the hardest hit and get the most snow. Predictions as to how much varies. The last one I saw said 6-8 inches. But by Saturday, though, we should be close to 60˚. I think Mother Nature is pulling a Gaslight, as in the movie, on all of us. The kindly, grandmotherly Mother Nature in bright clothes, a pretty cloak and flowers in her hair is beginning to look more like the Witch in Sleeping Beauty every time it snows, but I’m thinking this might just be winter’s last hurrah.

It’s cold today, no way around it. Everyone is bundled and back to puffy jackets and scarves. I saw a really old woman who could barely move her arms because of the layers.

I don’t really care. I grumble just because it seems the thing to do. Really, though, what’s one more snowstorm in a long line of snowstorms? It’s not stopping me from doing anything. I just sit in the house and wait for the plowman, Skip, to come. There are books to read, TV programs to watch and a comfy bed for a nap. I have Twizzlers. I’m happy.