Hoot Mon

This morning began with a parade. Our little community runs on an early timetable so we had to get Mom up by 7:00 to give her enough time to be ready by 8:40 so that we could get her a place to sit along Main Street by 9:00. I should have gotten her up at 6:30, but she has been sleeping in some mornings and I hated to wake her up. She was also vague last night about whether she really wanted to go, but now I'm sorry I didn't encourage her more and take over the decision-making. At 8:45 she told us that she wasn't going to make it and I could tell the "hurrying" (which is a contradiction in terms) was starting to make her nervous so we walked on down without her.

It was a good parade, with much of the usual small town entries. (Do all parades feature the community's fire truck and ambulance?) There were plenty of princesses and horses.

I love how the horses always know that they are in a parade and step along with incredible interest and pride.

Know this person? Check out why she was riding a horse in the parade...
Yay, Deb! She deserves the recognition for all her years helping at the fair.

Our hometown high school pipe band just returned from a trip to NYC and Washington DC.

This pipe band is the Boise Highlanders.

Now it's time to wander down to the park for some serious Scottish culture.