Most would find the breeze-filled 63-degrees uncomfortable but to me, after counting a dozen Mary Lincoln day lilies, eyeing the gorgeous blue sky, and feeling the vibes of the energetic day, it’s a Shangri La.
Monday is our official July Fourth celebration and I am still deciding whether or not I should/need to attend the Americana Parade in Centerville. It may be up to the last minute before I decide.
My life is a parade.
Every time I rise to go to another room, I create a parade as the dogs fall in line behind me. Erma has a tendency to step up to the drum-major’s position which is often a battle because she doesn’t know where I am going and she often stops as I am moving forward.
My favorite parade is whenever I move to the deck. The dogs love Dad being on the deck and dance with excitement. It’s adorable. Chief no longer dances as he once did, but the old boy shares his enthusiasm with wiggles and smiles. Bailey and Harrigan, who will be eight years old this October, still dance like they’re eight weeks old.
Getting on or off the bus is a line that constitutes a parade in my mind. At the bus terminal, downtown, it’s a semi-organized parade of folks waiting to get on a bus but beneath the terminal, it’s a parade of chaos.
The downtown sidewalks are often parades of folks moving about. Our streets are parades charging in opposite directions and stores keep us in parade formation as we move up and down the aisles.
Yesterday, I added a response to a Facebook meme, “What would your occupation be if you had followed your childhood dreams?”
Mine had not changed since age three.
I read through a number other responses where folks wistfully described what they had hoped to do. Admittedly, some of the childhood dreams were near impractical, as so often is the case, but so many of their lamented dreams were still quite doable, quite possible.
For some reason, the Jerry Herman gem, “Before The Parade Passes By,” first belted by Carol Channing in 1964 as she introduced Dolly Levi to the world with HELLO, DOLLY, began belting in my mind.
I have always been of firm belief in grabbing hold of life, no matter what age we are, and doing what makes us happy and stronger. I love seeing folks in my age range, even older, doing things they’ve always wanted to do, or things to which they’ve just been introduced.
A number of friends discovered new worlds and talents during the pandemic. I loved seeing their new found enthusiasm in a world that was anything but enthusiastic. There were so many folks discovering previously undiscovered talents or skills and to me, it’s exciting.
Find your parade. Even if you have one, why not build another parade and get marching? Age has little to do marching in your parade.
March on, and make it a great day!