Lately, he's experienced a few important milestones in his rite of passage to being a true citizen of Ruralville.
The other day he entered the post office and the cacophony that met his ears made him suspect a terrorist attack. Then a woman walked past him with a big grin on her face. She didn't have a gun in her hand, and the noise continued so he figured he was safe. He rounded the corner to see a long line of people... and chickens. Did you know you can mail chickens?
Small towns love parades. Each December, at least a thousand people line the street at night in 20 degree temperatures for a couple of hours to look at floats and cars lit up like Christmas trees. Our family business has been around since WWII, but we've never been in the parade. I made it my mission to make that happen this year. The theme was The Songs of Christmas. Garrett immediately popped off with "Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer."
|Before I told Garrett that a lady sits with her knees together|
|Rudolph Lisa kept the stockings filled with candy|
|Reindeer Linda and her cute elves|
|Krystle and Kasha|
After the parade Garrett experienced another first. The kids were secured in their car seats. The other seats were occupied by my mother and grandmother. Garrett and I bundled up in the comforter and cuddled on the wicker sofa as my father whisked us through town to our car. At one point, we wondered if he remembered we were back there. Without seatbelts. Without anything securing the furniture to the truck. To calm my nerves, I tried to pretend we were in a horse drawn carriage. (I have a scar on my head from riding in a truck bed at age four and getting friendly with the pavement.) Garrett had a great time, though. You're just not small town until you've ridden in the back of a truck.
He can check those off his bucket list.
Some things that I can't get use to about small town life include people's driving (stopping short of the white line by a least a car length and not passing a turning car when there is a perfectly good empty lane) and dual wheel pickup trucks that get pimped out. Cost of goods and services is a real plus though.ReplyDelete
You sound like my husband! He also doesn't understand the friendliness that occurs when people wave another person to go out of turn at a four way stop.ReplyDelete