CELL-ebration. Let's get it on!

I'm still deciding whether or not to go to the Fourth of July Parade today in downtown Sandpoint.  As one whose knees grow weary of standing in one spot for very long and as one who doesn't like fighting crowds anymore, I'm ambivalent about going.

But, my daughter-in-law Debbie will be in the parade.  And, I'd love to heckle her AND a whole bunch of other people.  That's what I do at Fourth of July Parades.  I was asked to judge this year, but since we're having company, that didn't seem like a good idea for a hostess with the mostest.  So, if I go, I can heckle.

Years ago, we rode our horses to the parades and dressed up in costumes.  After those years, passed, the next attraction for us was Bill playing the tuba in the town band.  Hard to heckle a tuba player, but I did my best.  

The last few years, we've picked on the Thompsons with all their tractors.  We usually stand with the Thompsons who are NOT driving tractors.  There are plenty of them on the tractors but plenty left over to heckle.  

Yesterday Debbie thought she was going to spend the afternoon, helping decorate the Girl Scout float, but the volunteers took care of that job while she taught science to more than 50 students in the summer lunch program at Farmin School.  She said she quit counting at 53, so she's enjoyed two days of ample classes. 

Anyway, she'll be walking along with the float, and this is her first-ever appearance in Sandpoint's Fourth of July parade.  So, I should make an effort to get down there and make her feel at home when her mother-in-law yells out something stupid to her.  Debbie has a good sense of humor; that's why she does well in this family.  

My reluctance to go to the parade has been compounded by a suspect sore throat, but then again, that could be a grass allergy.  I took some Airborne and hope it disappears.  We're hosting the family barbecue tonight, so I want to be feeling good to do that.

And, leave it to Facebook.  I just saw on Facebook that a young man is selling $5 parking spaces in his family's downtown parking lot (trying to earn money for his trip to Japan), which is just a block from where we do our heckling.  Change that: from where I do my heckling and the rest of my family pretends not to know me.  The Alpine Shop is the heckle center, by the way.

So, if my former student Joeli calls in the next hour, a trip to the parade is sealed.  Bill and Willie will go regardless.  And, I just heard Gary Finney go by with his big old truck----big honking, so he's ready to heckle, only with his horn.  

Hope everyone has a good time on this CELL-ebration day.  It's not yet the holiday, so my flag will wait until tomorrow to fly out at the end of the driveway.  For today, it will be fun, food, family and maybe some heckling. 

Happy Saturday, and if you're in Sandpoint and going to the parade, give a shout-out to Mrs. Love---Debbie, the Girl Scout lady,  that is!