By Georgia Osten
Yeah right, That’s me! No really, I love to plan parties, I’m not too much of a party-goer, but you ask me to plan one, and I’m all over it – Especially, if somebody else is paying. This event the Chamber puts on every year challenges the daylights out of me. I steam and stew about it for weeks. I threaten to quit my job. I wake up cranky and stay that way most of the day, and I resent any suggestion of other activities to get involved with.
This weekend, my husband had a whole laundry list of things we had to do! I was determined to go along with him, as I grumbled at the beginning of the first trip and I prayed to God that I get along with it and get over it. We began out at the Flats to see Gerard Paagman’s horses get started on their parade down the beach to Steve’s Landing. Next stop, the Peninsula Sports Park (PSP) to see the first baseball game at 10 am. LOVE IT! It reminds me of when the kids were little and we would spend our Saturdays going from game to game. Sometimes splitting up to make it to two games scheduled at the same time.
Off to find the horses again, where were they? We kept looking for tracks – horse hoof prints, horse poop, you know … Finally, found them – they had made their way to Steve’s, a 3-1/2 hour trip. These beautiful animals tied up all around Steve’s, big blue tubs of water set out for them.
I kept thinking you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink. I’m absolutely crazy-afraid of them. I kept skirting around them, hoping they wouldn’t notice how afraid I was, but I couldn’t help getting as close as I could to get pictures of their beautiful faces.
Thinking we were about through for the day, my husband asked if I would be up for one last baseball game. (Are you kidding??) So back to the PSP where I ended up sitting next to my very nice friend, we chatted, I couldn’t think of a nicer way to end the day. And by golly, it WAS the end of the day … except for Mass.
[4-24-2017]
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