Thought I needed to share this observation with you. If not, who else would?
If you’re taking a daily walk in your neighborhood on trash day, (probably only three of us are crazy enough to do so in this heat,) beware of trash cans on the curb. I’m convinced the ones on my walking route or either filled with chicken necks or rancid shrimp. It’s best to walk in the middle of the street and take your changes with cars, ’cause if the heat doesn’t get you, the aroma will.
Quail Creek’s 4th of July parade brought out the fun in everyone who participated, some briefly, because of the heat. One enterprising mother had stuck an Uncle Sam hat on top of her little person’s helmet for his bicycle ride. Tag Kimberling, who estimates he has been participating in the parade around 22 years, can still fit in his original Uncle Sam costume.
One of my favorites in the parade, who by the way was a rescued dog, was a little black bull dog dressed in a blue striped t-shirt with sleeves and pearls around his/her neck.
Another dog had colored polka dots painted on his body and a happy face complete with eyes and eyebrows painted on his bottom. (Got a life size picture of that?)
One enterprising friend always collects the left over candy in the street thrown from cars and floats as they go by, to give out at Halloween. He was sitting on the sidelines waiting to sprint, but the candy throwing was a bit slim this year. Could be the price of candy has gone up too.
Phil Clark, always a jokester, was driving a yellow pickup truck, which he has entered in the parade for over 20 years, filled with grandkids. When someone complimented his truck on the parade route, he leaned out the window and said “yeah, I only two more payments on it.”