Allow me to digress one more time. I simply have to share a photo stolen from Facebook and cropped. Friday the little girl we babysit was in a demonstration of police support in Kansas City: She and her mom rode her pony in the group of almost 200 horses and riders.
Now I'm back to bore you with some drivel about tractors and parades.
We got up bright and early yesterday, and Cliff loaded up the tractor with the grandson's help. I can't help him because I can't bear to watch; I've read and heard about some terrible accidents that happened while someone was loading a tractor onto a trailer. Cliff is aware of the danger and is very cautious, but I still can't watch. I was surprised that the grandson was even awake, but he made the mistake of posting something on Facebook, so I gave him orders in a comment to get his clothes on and come and help his grandpa. He found it rather funny that I knew he was running around in his skivvies, but I've known the boy a long time. He's been heavily influenced by his grandfather, who only began wearing pajama bottoms around the house when I began blogging and taking pictures of him at unexpected times.
The parade at Odessa was attended by a huge crowd, including many children who had brought sacks for the candy some of the parade participants were tossing to the crowd. Sort of like trick or treat, but the treats come to you, so it's less work. At first I thought perhaps I'd take some candy to the next parade we take part in, but when I saw one girl step out pointing at her treat bucket and demanding candy, I decided against it.
(I think yet another Canon point-and-shoot camera has developed moisture inside, blurring certain portions of my pictures. But again, I digress.)
Then we were loaded up again and heading to Dover, which is a tiny little town with a tiny little parade. I won't bore you with the details. Let's just say that the seven or eight tractors that were there made up most of the parade. We did see someone we knew there, though...
That's all for now, folks.