There was another country parade today heading south on Miller Road.
I almost missed this celebration as my family had come by to help out around the house.
As we were doing chores, we stopped to look up when we saw some strange vehicles honking past Sunnybook Farm.
As they passed, I remembered I had been invited to join this country parade. It was to celebrate our neighbor, Roger Roskoms’ birthday.
Again, I wasn’t close enough to photograph the beginning of the parade, but I did click one photo before they disappeared down the road.
Roger’s daughter, Juli said: We had a fantastic turnout with three fire trucks from Navarino, Nichols, Cicero, a mixer from Green and Gold Concrete from where Dad used to work, a bunch of old cars and cool tractors. … We had 53 Vehicles total … not too shabby I guess.
Happy Birthday, Roger. You are a good neighbor with a lot of good friends and a loving family.
Joyce and I have been friends since first grade. We started school together in 1956 and have been best friends ever since.
Even though Joyce lives in Illinois and I’m here in Wisconsin, we still manage to visit. For quite some time we used our telephones to talk to each other, but we are going high tech now and we use the internet.
For Christmas, Joyce was given a Facebook Portal mini with the idea of connecting to me. Well, we finally figured how to use it and instead of holding a telephone, we are now talking and visiting as we look at each other.
We are also playing Words with Friends as we talk and laughing a lot, too.
Joyce and I are enjoying our visiting time together more than ever.
I also connected with writer friends the other day. There were four of us visiting at the same time.
Isn’t technology wonderful? Especially since we are all sheltering at home.
I received a reminder that my friend had a birthday today. Usually, a bunch of us would meet for coffee and cake to celebrate, but that won’t happen.
What could I do? I’m not big on singing the birthday song and I already sent a card, but there should be more I could do. I thought and thought. While going into a drawer for saved seeds, I found balloons leftover from a grandchild’s birthday.
The first balloon I tried to blow up, popped. It had a weak spot. The other three inflated without issue.
My stake for the balloons was an old clothes hanger I stretched out.
I rang the doorbell (but I didn’t run away). We visited a bit from a distance. It felt good to talk to someone in person, even if I was in the yard and she was in her doorway.
Other people are reaching out to family and friends in creative ways, too. A lady I know is heading over to do a sidewalk chalk drawing for her friend’s 80th birthday. Now that’s being creative.