When Julian and I arrived in Utah late last summer, one of the first things we did was attend the local town festival parade. It was awesome and just how parades should be, in my opinion. I shouted and cheered for every single entrant ("go cymbals!" in the marching band) and we happily collected every flier and handout and scored a ton of taffy we later counted and threw away because, gross. I don't know if i've ruined Julian or made him the glorious human being he is today because recently we attended another nearby small town parade and I even said he could have some candy from his stash but instead he said "NO! we have to count it!" Because that's more important, having a LOT of a thing. Not just consuming it. He did count it and put it away in his drawers, and we will trash it in a few days.
But I had a realization at this recent parade. First i admired all the
floats, remembering how i've always thought floats were sort of mystical
and strange. And then i began to dream up what kind of float I
might make, that I would be totally ok devoting an entire summer to the
making of a float. The Summer of the Float, it would be, and time well
spent. And then i watched the other paraders and thought, c'mon, would
it have killed you to add some balloons? Some wavy ribbons? Something
glittery? Anything? And THEN, then I realized that I should like to for real BE
in a parade. I realized that I have parade dreams! And were I to be in a parade then i would just deck myself
out with balloons and all manner of cheeriment, solely to amuse the
watchers, and myself. And i would probably be on my scooter, for nothing makes me
happier than that, so should it with them.
And also, it would feel good
to just have everyone looking and waving at me for a while. You know? And maybe cheer for me?
If i throw candy at them? I was in the Highland Fling parade two times
as a youth, and I enjoyed it. And now i think I'm ready to revisit that. I don't have a cause, other than to be happy and to
This year i often
scooted to school to pick up Julian and we'd ride home together. I
thought how it might make a nice memory for him-- "I don't remember much
about kindergarten, except riding on a beauty of an Amish scooter with
my mom," he'll say to his friends. And now i wonder if being in a parade
might not stand out in his memory. I know it'd stand out in mine. So I've decided. We're doing it. Me and Julian, on my scooter. (yay!) Come and watch us? It's on Saturday and starts at 10:00.