The host has a dinosaur on his mailbox. Not sure why.
Some of our diocesan clergy were there, so was the Bishop, and various other people we've met. And plenty we hadn't yet met. It was partly catered--a pig roast from the nearby barbecue smokehouse, so the main course was pulled pork. The starters and salads and desserts were truly splendid.
There were several dogs in attendance. The host's dog was staying in his room, but two different guests each brought a big black lab, and later in the evening a chocolate lab from a neighbour's house showed up. And the Border collies were there--we met them when they were younger. They live at a monastery in Massachusetts.
After dark, the bonfire lit up the meadow.
Among the elegant touches, a candelabra on the dessert table.
Margaret with margarita. My flamingo earrings got lots of comments.
Despite a late and festive night, I was up just after 7 a.m. to get ready for the parade. I checked my email first thing and found the message I was looking for about the new Vice Presidential candidate.
For the first time in my life, I've met personally both party nominees. Obama twice, Biden once. And come November, I'll be on the ballot with them.
Today's parade is the longest and biggest of the three Old Home Day Parades in our district. We four reps rode in our trusty 1970 Cadillac DeVille convertible. Because it's a 2-town celebration, we paraded with the State Reps from the other town. We're a tight and friendly bunch. Because it's an election year, there were a lot of candidates taking part.
Crossing over the bridge, from one town to the other.
We were near the front, so on reaching Memorial Field, we pulled over under the shade trees and watched the rest of the parade go by.
Captain America showed up.
The theme was holidays, so there were floats with holiday scenes--Halloween, St. Patrick's Day, Valentine's Day, Easter. And a couple of really incongruous ones, considering it was the hottest day of August (so far!)
A Christmas Parade. Santa must've been melting in that suit!
This was my favourite, and the most creative definition of a holiday: Snow Day!
We spent a couple of hours under our tent, with our campaign signs planted and our literature as handouts. The fair goers were there for food and fun, and sometimes I wonder why we hang around after the parade--we are the least interesting exhibitions on display! We we had some food and fun, too.
Returned to the Lodge, where the Chap had been helping a work crew of other residents up and down our private road, limb cutting, ditching, filling potholes, and chipping up branches. I'd probably have got more votes by pitching in than doing the parade!
I'm one of the lucky recipients of the wood chips--there's a sizeable mound of the beside our drive, where the previous mound of chips was. Oh, joy--this autumn or spring I can re-pave my garden pathways.
We're off to a potluck with the neighbours at the end of the road. Second party in a row, and the weather is as fine as it was last night.
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