Today we went to the bank; among other reasons, to deposit the first real official paycheck since we lived in Virginia. Woo-hoo!
Then we went to the Blueberry Festival, such a huge thing around here that one gas station closes its pumps and sells parking space instead. We managed to get into a $3 lot not too far from an entrance to the park where the festival takes place. (Some lots were asking as much as $7.)
Amy rode in the stroller while we strolled around lots of little paths lined with little booths selling little odds and ends like you see at any country fair. It was a lovely sunny day but not too terribly hot. We found our way to the food, including one aisle with a fair number of blueberry items. The blueberry donuts were fabulous. The blueberry sundae was good, too.
On to the grocery store. Amy fell asleep in the sling and had a nap of perhaps thirty minutes. Better than nothing.
Home again. Amy gets her lunch — ground beef, carrots, and peas, blueberries, and formula in a sippy cup which I have to hold for her and which she is still learning to drink from. She plays a bit but then makes tired noises and gestures, so into her crib she goes.
Where she proceeds to babble off and on, mostly on.
Later we get her out again and back in the car, this time to see the twins get dedicated at the school chapel, followed by a reception at their home. (Ben and Sophie are a year old. Their dad is the science dept. chair and their mom is an art teacher. We like them.) Amy had another short nap in the sling, this time worn by daddy.
Dinner across the street at the dining hall.
Home again for the last bottle for Amy and the first college football game of the season.
Whew!
Thank you, Amy, for being so flexible on such a strange and unusual day.
