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I feel the need to be busy right now. There is junk in the garage I could be tossing and it's the perfect time too, because Sweetie isn't home yet to say, No don't throw that valuable piece of bent foot long wire away! I may need that! I could fill the dumpster probably, but I don't know how industrious I am. I had a brownie for breakfast, and being a stress eater I didn't get better when I got to work. By 11 I had downed a grab bag of my favorite Fritos, the twisty honey barbeque flavor. And when it was time for lunch I didn't want the leftovers I brought, so I just went outside and walked around the block a few times to use up my sugar energy. It worked, so now I am blah. Maybe some protein and I'll be back in the game.
Tomorrow there's a festival in our little town, and I am looking forward to it. It's the most white-bread little festival. Pure firetrucks and Little Junior Miss, with some ROTC and maybe the high school marching band. That's my favorite part of any parade. I think it comes from being in a musical family with two brothers who spent high school marching for the green and burgundy. Sometimes in the late summer or early fall, when we are out in the yard, we can hear the drumline from the local high school practicing rolls. I get goose bumps--I feel like a teenager again, on a Saturday afternoon in some Kentucky high school's football stands, getting ready to critique other bands (oh they are only 2-A? That company front was all broken! Look at that color guard who dropped her flag!) and it's so much fun. I can hear my middle brother, with his drumline friends eating all the food in sight in our kitchen back home, saying stuff like "No, you crabstep while you go diggita-diggita-diggita-dack-dack-DACK!" And seeing a half dozen starved teen boys respond, "OH! That's right!" I guess we really did speak another language. But then, anyone who was ever in marching band knows there's something, er, special about the kids in drumline.
Other than that, it will be a typical weekend in the planoamy house. I hope there's nothing to gripe about, but then where would the fun be in that? I hope any of you who will be out and about this weekend enjoy yourselves. I am already daydreaming about falling leaves and trick or treaters.
___Speaking of which! I signed up for a ton of freebie stuff for babies when my brother and his wife were expecting. And I get this catalog called One Step Ahead. THE most ADORABLE Halloween costumes ever! Check out their website. So far the Hershey's Kiss baby is my favorite.

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I love to hear the drumline practicing! The rest of the band?...usually, not so much. Of course I speak not of the Green and Burgandy, of which I was a proud member, but of marching band practice general. There's such a sound of fall to it; the snares with their crisp sound are like the crispy coolness of autumn. It actually makes me nostalgic for high school, which is quite a feat within itself.
I could stand and listen to them all day.
Your writing is quite lovely, by the way -- don't be telling me that you've lost the knack! You haven't, not by a long shot, and it's always a deep pleasure to read your blog. :)
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