This evening we went to the Haunted Hayride sponsored by the Chamber of Commerce. The Postman’s sister-in-law joined us since I was thinking that maybe the Captain would decide he did not want to go on the ride after all. With another adult, the Diva could still go on the hayride and the Captain and I could wait. He was brave though, and we all went on together.
It was a pretty good ride. It was made up of “scenes” sponsored by local businesses and individuals. Not too scary, just a wee bit frightening for the little ones. (Although the last scene, featuring clowns looking like “It” I could have done without!)
The highlight of the evening, however, was….*THE PORT*A*POTTY*MAZE*.
You read that correctly. One of the local businesses decided that making a port*a* potty maze was a pretty darn good idea. Only in Maine. Let me state right now that they were all unused – or at least clean! There must have been 100 or more all grouped into a maze pattern. It was not too easy to find our way out and after several minutes we were laughing hysterically at the idea that we were stuck in a maze of PORT*A*POTTIES.
As we were walking back toward our car, I was looking at something that my son was pointing at, not paying attention, and stepped right into a crack in the pavement. Next thing I knew, I was on the ground. Luckily, since it is chilly out tonight, I had on leather gloves so I did not scrape up my palms. I got up, laughed about it and kept walking. As we were getting in the car, my daughter whispered “Are you ok?” and I whispered back “Yeah – I’m just embarrassed!”. I hope maybe it was a small lesson for her – that something embarrassing CAN happen, WILL happen, and it is survivable. She tends to get so easily upset when she is embarrassed by something she has done. As I sit here writing this my back and knees are achy so I will be taking some Advil before bed. Have I mentioned I am not the most graceful person to walk the earth?
All in all, a good day/evening. Tomorrow we are having our own little family World Series party complete with streamers (red and white), balloons (blue), hot dogs, nachos, a baseball cake, and Shirley Temples for the kids. (Not sure how Shirley Temples made the list of “Ballpark food” – but the kiddos associate them with special occasions and this definitely qualifies!).
Grace is gone ~ Dave Matthews