The Wyandotte Street Art Fair is a collection of artists, crafters and food vendors, but to me, it’s a collection of memories. Yes, I’m going there. Cue in the ukulele version of Over the Rainbow as I get schmoopy and reminisce about my old family memories and notice that I’ve been building my own lately.
My mom came over the other day to watch Ellie for a few hours so I could mud and sand the drywall in our bedroom. She was able to play with her, take her to the park, feed her lunch, and put her down for a nap while I worked. So the least I could do was make her lunch before she went home.
While we were eating, we were chatting about the day and talking about how Ellie has been lately. She’s going through a kicking phase right now when you change her diaper right now. “Don’t change my diaper, kapow!” We were both discussing the reasons she might be doing it and how to get her to stop. It was a nice relaxed conversation during lunch, until…
I thought I could control myself, but I couldn’t. I thought that this was behind me, but I was wrong.
I think about you all the time. You occupy my mind all hours of the day. When I’m at the park with Ellie, I think about how we can be together. When I’m driving, you dictate which route I take so I can see you. I wonder if anyone can tell. Can they see my wandering eyes? Do they notice our unspoken bond? Did I get rid of the evidence in time? I yearn to be with you. I ache for you. Actually my stomach aches. Yes, you guessed it. I’m having an affair, a food affair.
Our city had their Fourth of July fireworks celebration last week, and we joined in by watching it from our front porch. I’m always down for a reason to porch sit and this was perfect. My folks, my brother and sister-in-law, and my neighbors Joe, Greg, and Linda were all coming over for it. My mom made brownies and veggie pizza, I made a fruit salad, Joe brought chips, Greg and Linda brought wine, and my bro brought fixin’s to make mint juleps. What more could you ask for to celebrate the fireworks?
Next up, a puppet show. The effort they put into making this happen is quite impressive, so I can’t complain about it at all. They have a big backdrop, they do voices, and sometimes even costume changes. I try to follow along, but this one threw me for a loop. The teacher came out from “backstage” wearing rain boots, a raincoat, and an umbrella. She was speaking very expressively and smiley. And then a baby bunny puppet appeared. They had a conversation about the rain coming? This is what I thought until the next part.
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