Happy Thanksgiving, all.
Make sure to smile.
And DON’T LET THEM BRUSH YOUR HAIR.
Seriously, tell them, “This is what my mom wants me to look like.”
When you love a costume as much as my boy does, Halloween is pretty much the pinnacle of your year. Every year we start talking about costumes at the beginning of September – we have to evaluate options, look around online, and accommodate shifting obsessions. In early September it seemed like we would be going with Captain Rex (a Clone Trooper… yeah, I don’t know either), but by the first week in October B had changed his mind.
Apparently it’s Kite Festival weekend here on the island. As we drove across the causeway yesterday, we were greeted by dozens of kites floating in the air – including an impressive 30 foot whale!
Today B and I went down to the police station for a little kite workshop. B decorated a sled kite, which was then assembled using a few pieces of scotch tape. We got a few minutes of instruction from a lady kite enthusiast, who told us, “If the wind’s in your face, you’re in the wrong place,” and we were off.
After Sunday morning brunch, and dire warnings from local new casters about two hour waits at the check points, we were off to the
cattle chutes corrals lines to get through security and onto the Parkway to possibly, maybe, if we were lucky, see the Pope. Continue reading