Dang, is summer already over?
Don’t tell me that it’s true ... wh-h-h-h-hale!
OK, maybe it’s just starting?
Well anyway, despite everything, it does seem like it’s gonna be a busy summer with tons of events.
Last year, ol’ Hammerhaid’s summer started with JazzFest and b-b-b-b-blur, it was over. It was a short, fast summer that seemed just about a month long. ‘Xcept the tedious part. (That means work).
It seemed just like everything the ol’ H-haid planned just zipped by. This year’s gonna be a different plan.
It’s called a C-A-L-E-N-D-A-R ...
“Gol-l-l-l-lee Gomer,” Hammerhaid said, when wife Betty Lou sprang her plan on him. “But I done got this on the Internet,” he protested.
“Getting it is one thing. Actually reading it is something entirely different,” she explained. (Speaking slowly for impact.)
“But, but,” he attempted to interrupt.
“No, you aren’t going to interrupt me. You are going to listen,” she said.
“But, but ....” he continued.
“Butt yourself,” she responded. Getting instantly nicer, she turned to the beautiful calendar hanging on the wall and picked a date: Friday, June 5. Then she found the corresponding date on the Post Web site.
“Hmmmm, there are three major events. The Farmers Market at the new location, the Cruise-In at The Avenue and the Secret Garden Party. Pick one,” she suggested.
“Farmers Market at the new location? Did they build a bigger shed at Cannonsburgh?” H-haid asked.
“Actually, you should remember that one. You know the new facility at the Lane Agri-Park?” she said.
“Dang, that’s right. It’s over on John Rice Boulevard. Heck of a lot more convenient access for us right between P.A.W.S and Sam’s. It’s right on the way to work ... sorta,” Hammerhaid responded.
“You can’t go there,” Betty Lou responded. “Or at least without adult supervision.”
“Ummm, I forgot,” he grunted.
“What about the Cruise-In? We went to that a couple of times last year,” Hammerhaid asked.
“We-l-l, I believed you enjoyed that much more than I did to be honest with you,” Betty Lou answered.
“Hmmmmm, I so enjoyed talking with that guy with the bright orange ’56 Chevy,” Hammerhaid said.
“Yes, you did for hours. He was trying to pack up and you were still enjoying talking with him. I had already tried on everything in that end of the The Avenue and you were still going strong,” she responded.
What about the Secret Garden Party?
“Uh, I believe we have clothing issues with that one,” Betty Lou muttered.
“Huh?” H-man answered.
“I believe your idea of fine beachwear differs from those in attendance,” she calmly said.
“Huh?” he answered.
“A faded out blue T-shirt, a pair of disgusting large swim trunks and a 50-cent pair of flip-flops doesn’t cut it. The event is supposed to be casual, but nice,” she said.
“Huh?” he responded.
Never mind. Betty Lou turned to Saturday’s list of events. This is better, she said.
“We’ve got two or three great options. There’s Juneteenth, the Secret Garden tour and .... uh, an event at battlefield,” Betty Lou said.
“Did you say the battlefield?” H-haid asked.
“Uh, yes, but ....,” she responded, pondering between the truth and fiction.
“Awww, heck. It’s a two-day long series of programs that takes a look at how the Battle of Stones River can be perceived from many viewpoints,” she said.
“Bingo!” H-haid said.
“Drat,” Betty Lou responded. “But it repeats on Sunday. So we could enjoy the Secret Garden tour on Saturday and maybe even check out Juneteenth?”
One weekend down, a summer full of them to go.
T-t-t-t-t-that’s r-r-r-r-r-right. |
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