THE PARTY’S OVER

Jul 6, 2015 by

THE PARTY’S OVER

I’m on the sofa, watching the women’s soccer final and I can’t believe I’ve been inside all day long.  So different than  yesterday, July 4th.  What a fun day that was.  It’s always been one of my favorite holidays, full of food and getting outdoors.  I have noticed as I get older, I really do remember to thank and mindfully honor our country and it’s world changing beginning.  I think about how lucky, no blessed, I am to have won the lottery and been born in the

My cozy, little patriotic vignette.

My cozy, little patriotic vignette.

USA.  But back to the supersized celebrating.  This year, we hadn’t made big plans, we were still basking in the memory of being in Switzerland last year at the Montreux Jazz Festival.  So, this year, it was “just play it by ear”.  About a week before, my friend/neighbor asked if we’d like to go out with them in their boat and watch the fireworks.  Sure, sounded great.  My celebratory juices start pumping so I went to the storeroom and found the Fourth of July tupperware box that held the red, white, and blue string lights, the stars and stripes spinning wind sock, the 3D glasses to watch fireworks, and the two flags that I hang on the front porch.  I hung the really neat patriotic wreath that my friend, Cathy, made.  I had gotten my nails done and resisted having the nail tech paint a flag and I found my over twenty years old tee shirt that has “Happy Fourth of July” painted on it.  My outdoor pillows (that I ordered from an artist in Florida) arrived in the mail and I invited friends over for Denny’s homemade ice-cream and Teresa also invited us for hot dogs and burgers before the boat ride.  It was turning into an event!  The morning of the Fourth, I put out my grandmother’s red and white table cloth.  Faded and worn, it reminded me of the stories she used to tell about the west Texas picnics they had, years ago, when Uncle Ben would be the cat’s pajamas and bring store bought ice-cream packed in dry ice. Denny and I decided to add hot fudge and fresh whipped cream to the ice cream buffet and of course, lemonade.  At seven, we went down to the neighbors and had burgers and hot dogs.  Teresa had concocted a refreshing rum party drink that tasted like trouble.  After watermelon and cookies, we trekked down to

Can you see the bandstand on the shore behind Teresa and Janey?

Can you see the bandstand on the shore behind Teresa and Janey?

their muy cool boat and took a pre firework tour of Lake Marble Falls.  If you go east of the bridge, you only see homes—no condos and certainly nothing commercial.  There are some charming old cabins and a sprinkling of new, large residences, but, it still reminds me of a mini Lake Austin—-fifty years ago.  We puttered (if one can in a 500 horsepower boat) down to the Max Starke dam and turned around and motored back, going under the bridge, and anchored in front of the band stage.  We looked on to the families with picnics on their blankets and watched kids swing from the tree swing.  Other boats started slipping in and before long, the required Stars and Stripes blared from the speakers and the light show started.  There was a gentle breeze, the bridge was lit and the sounds of the oohing and awing of the crowd could be heard as it carried over the water.  As I sat, gently rocking in the boat, I thought there may be bigger, schmantzier fireworks elsewhere, but where can you get the Norman Rockwell experience like this.  It was a perfect night.  After the final fizz of the grand finale, we motored back to the dock, walked up the stone steps to Teresa’s house and I immediately came back to the house to get the ice cream ready and check on Mitch to make sure he hadn’t gotten scared from the loud noise.  I told Mitch we were having company and he immediately went to the front door.  Soon Denny and the boat crew were here.  We didn’t dilly dally and went straight for the sweets.  We sat down, with our spoils, and enjoyed my Mom’s old ice cream recipe that’s made with Eagle Brand milk and reminds me of the now defunct Bluebell homemade vanilla taste.  And of course, Denny’s black cherry, Ghirardelli chocolate, and almond ice cream was to die for.  He calls it Den

The boat crew

The boat crew

and Jerry’s.  Mitch took turns crawling in everyone’s lap while we talked about how fun the day was.  When everyone left, I picked up the serving dishes, put the silver parfait spoons back in the chest, and of course had to lick the serving spoons in the ice-cream, hot fudge, and whipped cream.  It probably totaled to another whole sundae.  For some reason, my new red and white seersucker shorts were feeling a little snug.  The fat lady had sung……it was official.  The Fourth of July was over.

The plumbago and geraniums are waning.

The plumbago and geraniums are waning.

 

Not your traditional stars and stripes!

Not your traditional stars and stripes!

 

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My friend, Cathy, made this festive wreath

 

 

 

 

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