A Quiet (read pathetic) Fourth of July

July 3rd, 2010

We are in the midst of a very quiet holiday weekend.  In year’s past, the Country Doctor has organized and been one of the primary forces behind our local Fourth of July parade.  It is a really nice parade and our family spent most of the three or four past Fourth of Julys setting up main street, manning entrances and exits, and cleaning things up when it was over.  This year my husband decided to hand the reigns over to someone else and so we are staring down a very quiet Fourth.  Which seems kind of weird and kind of pathetic and sort of lazy and very non-spastic for us – especially for the Country Doctor.  It’s such a listless weekend (comparatively speaking) that maybe we should just go ahead and move into the nursing home or get ourselves hooked up to a respirator and have nourishment pumped directly into our veins.  As hoisting that spoon all the way up to our pie holes seems a bit daunting right now.

We are at loose ends.

How does one celebrate the Fourth without cleaning all the trash off of Main street?


In other news…

I spent a night at a fireworks stand with Jack and Ethan. We were on guard duty, protecting the fireworks from any bandits and robbers that might come sneaking under the tent flaps in the middle of the night. The stand is a fundraiser for Ethan’s choir. Much to our dismay, no one broke in during our night of surveillance. So all I got is a poor photo or our sleeping arrangements and this accompanying lame paragraph.


There has been plenty of baseball going on.

Turns out that my son Drew did break his thumb.  I had to take him to an orthopedic surgeon in Topeka because the break was in his growth plate.  The surgeon came into the exam room, introduced himself, looked at Drew’s thumb and then said, “The good Lord knew what he was doing when he made our hands, as they break all the time, but they generally heal without any problems.”

I just nodded and smiled at him, but of course a million questions about this surgeon’s deity were beginning to form in my mind.

The surgeon went on to further explain “Now a leg or an arm is a different thing.  If a kid breaks his leg and the break is in the growth plate, the leg can grow real funny.  It can grow out to the side or be shorter than the other leg.  It’s a pretty bad deal.  But when it comes to the hand, it usually heals very nicely.”

“Well that’s a relief!” I so badly wanted to say.  “It sure is a good thing that Drew broke his thumb and not his leg as this god of yours seems to be somewhat limited in foresight and insight as well as imagination and the old improperly healed sideways leg would make it pretty hard for Drew to run the bases!”

But I didn’t say that…

Because this surgeon was making a cast for my son.

Which is probably not the best time to ridicule a person’s beliefs.


We thought Drew’s broken thumb would mean the end of his baseball season.

But that has not been the case.

Once he figured out that he could fit a glove over his cast…

And wrap his hand around a bat.

He just kept right on playing.


In other… other... news…

I went to the Manhattan (Kansas) farmer’s market today and took some very exciting produce photos.  You may not think that the words ‘exciting’ and ‘produce photos’ should be in the same sentence, but you would be wrong.


Maybe you would be right.

It just depends on what your definition of ‘exciting’ is.

You can see these (exciting or not) photos at Farmhouse and Garden.

I would post them here, but I didn’t want to over excite anyone without fair warning.


In Summary…

Our town does have a really nice Fourth of July experience.

There’s a carnival…

That can honestly be a little too exciting…

A parade, and  a fabulous fireworks show.

It’s the ultimate in small town America celebrations.


Perhaps next year we should invite some people over to share it with us?

It would give us an excuse to shut down the respirators for a day or two.

Potato Salad and Homemade Ice Cream!



  • DirtyKSmama - Nikki:

    Oh crap! After 4 years of going to the Randolph celebration, we’re planning to check out the hoopla in your town tomorrow evening – parade, western women show and fireworks. And to make it more exciting, we were going to play “Spot the CD on the golf cart.” But no CD on the golf cart, keeping things together?!? Bummer. And the whole thing will probably be chaos now without him.

    Camping out in a fireworks tent sounds pretty memorable! And baseball with a cast isn’t too boring either. Our day has consisted of getting compost from the county “dump,” and now waiting to hear if hubby’s working tonight at the hospital or not. If weather permits, we’ll head to the zoo for a steel drum concert. So I think we would win the nursing home beds for lifeless weekends.

  • sandy:

    I guess the good lord wasn’t watching out for my family because fourteen years ago my 10 year old son jumped from a swing at the playground and broke his leg in the growth plate. An ambulance ride to Mayo in Rochester (he also developed a blood clot), MULTIPLE trips to Rochester, and many, many dollars later………his leg is okay. Which means the good lord was watching out for him……….jeeeessshhhh. I wish the good lord would have been watching when my son jumped from the swing and thrown a huge mattress on the ground so we wouldn’t have had all this grief!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  • Thank you! That photo of your boy on the ride is priceless! (Although the, ahem, “young miss” posted below him is about to loser her, um, balloon? I thought you ran a family show?!?! : )

    Really nothing much going on here compared to past years. Mt. Rushmore NPS shut down the fireworks due to “OMG Piiiiiiiinnnnnnneeeee Beeeeetles!” So no work for me (that’s a plus), but no awesome fireworks display. The Big City canceled it’s parade (I’m guessing their CD quit and no one took up the reins). So we’re going to the campground for a bike parade and maybe some swimming tomorrow and who knows what we’ll do for the fireworks. Pretty durn lame.

  • Coney Island will be the highlight of the day tomorrow. We’ll be gone before the hot dog eating contest though…I have no patience for the crowds. Back to Manhattan for the day then up to the roof to watch the Macy’s fireworks show. Nice and quiet here too. Enjoy.

  • LucyJoy:

    Gee…Hubby & I will be firing up our respirators, too. We shoulda planned better & we could’ve come to your neck-o-the-woods so at least we would have been in good company!

    If you’re planning for next year, I make killer potato salad & I’d take my turn on the crank of the ice cream maker!

  • Anoria:

    It’s the second-from-last in small town America celebrations? (Whatever happened to word-o’-the-week anyway?)

    Respirators and nursing homes aren’t the worst idea. Just make sure you watch something explode and you’ll be fine.

    • Anoria – That’s interesting. I always thought that ‘penultimate’ meant ‘really, really, REALLY ultimate’. Guess not. Learned something new.

  • Martha in Kansas:

    Quiet here too. Well, except for the neighbors going nuts with fireworks. Likely no group potluck tomorrow night, as the Farmer’s daugher (heh) who has the fabulous view of city fireworks from her deck doesn’t want to host anything this year. Her husband just isn’t in the mood, or something.

    Peh, I say! Let’s have a blog party next year! Your readers are a lot more fun than the Farmer’s bunch.

  • Kay in KCMO:

    Can one drink beer and be on a respirator at the same time? Because I plan on drinking beer. Maybe even two of them! A degenerate, I am.

    I agree with Martha in Kansas about having a blog party. Hey! We can all dress up as women with wigs and fake boobs and…wait a minute!

  • Sounds like a plan to me. The Country Doctor will love this.

  • GA in GA:

    Ah, we’ve hooked up our respirators here, too.

    The local CD has The Weekend Duty. And I am readying the laundry room for new tile.

    Can life be more exciting? ;-)

  • tess:

    Baseball games, a hurt kid needing xrays and cast, carnival, fireworks stand – whew! That sounds anything but quiet!!

    Go have a stiff drink and relax lol!!!

  • Jaime:

    You seriously NEED to come to our place on the 4th! It is over the top. If it can be blown up…it is. Lots of food and homemade ice cream…consider this your invite.

  • Kathy J:

    My 4ths have been quiet the last few years as well. I used to live in Seward Nebraska (Nebraska’s 4th of July City) and it is lights out from about 7am to 11pm and that is just with the official activities. I lived very close to downtown and the carnival was in front of my house for a few years. Now I’m lucky if I get to see the fireworks in the big town.

    I do have to say that sitting here listening to the artillery barrage going on outside makes me think I should dig a foxhole and don the kevlar.

  • km:

    Here in the general area of the birthplace of the Revolution life is good. Summer camp is open today and I’m not working. A day all to myself. I have no idea what to do with myself.


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