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Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood
Apr. 25th, 2010 09:02 pmFlash and I had a marvelous time today working in the bookstore while we Holland Happenings was going on out front. Whenever the store was empty, we propped open the door and sat out on the curb. This appeared to be a fairly popular idea and several older ladies sat down next to us admiring Flash while we watched the race. I yanked all of the lightweight chairs out of the store and set up a row, I don't mind sitting on a curb but damn if I'm going to allow a bunch of senior citizens to do so. Especially ones with canes.
The race, I must tell you, is a hoot. The kids attending the festival decorate miniature traditional Dutch clogs then after a few hours, they race them down a water-filled channel to the finish line/waterfall at the end. Somehow every year, the Wind & Tide is at the 180 degree hair pin turn. Likely, this was our last, so I wanted to be there to see it.
Flash was the belle of the ball. Not only was the store filled with girlies and kiddos, once we closed shop I walked him up and down Pioneer so he could get pettins, eat free dog treats and drink out of the conveniently supplied WAIF (Whidbey Animal Improvement Foundation, from where we rescued Gracie, Glory and Doodle Bug) water buckets. That said, Flash made a point to drink out of the clog race waterfall, too. I made him wait until after the race, though.
Speaking of the waterfall, the local nursery had decorated it with a dozen or so potted plants. So of course, Flash managed to piddle on one of them. We are now the proud new owners of TWO potted plants. *sigh*
We ran into a lot of friends, customers, buddies from the dog parks and even a stray pagan or two. Hell, I even got hugged by a wandering Jew. Poor Flash is exhausted, sleeping his fool head off and snoring contentedly. Me, I'm off to enjoy a nice long mineral salt soak.
The race, I must tell you, is a hoot. The kids attending the festival decorate miniature traditional Dutch clogs then after a few hours, they race them down a water-filled channel to the finish line/waterfall at the end. Somehow every year, the Wind & Tide is at the 180 degree hair pin turn. Likely, this was our last, so I wanted to be there to see it.
Flash was the belle of the ball. Not only was the store filled with girlies and kiddos, once we closed shop I walked him up and down Pioneer so he could get pettins, eat free dog treats and drink out of the conveniently supplied WAIF (Whidbey Animal Improvement Foundation, from where we rescued Gracie, Glory and Doodle Bug) water buckets. That said, Flash made a point to drink out of the clog race waterfall, too. I made him wait until after the race, though.
Speaking of the waterfall, the local nursery had decorated it with a dozen or so potted plants. So of course, Flash managed to piddle on one of them. We are now the proud new owners of TWO potted plants. *sigh*
We ran into a lot of friends, customers, buddies from the dog parks and even a stray pagan or two. Hell, I even got hugged by a wandering Jew. Poor Flash is exhausted, sleeping his fool head off and snoring contentedly. Me, I'm off to enjoy a nice long mineral salt soak.
