We went to a nice little gathering in the park for a fundraiser/firework show Saturday night. One of our nearby towns just fixed their gazebo and they had a military appreciation dinner and lots of other skits and fun stuff. Later, they started setting up for fireworks. We were already freezing, but who knew to bring jackets in late June?? Anyway, we were just sitting around talking when a gal came around for donations for the fireworks. Morgan asked what donations were. I guess he's familiar with an offering plate, but not a donation bucket. Michael told him it was money to help pay for the fireworks. Well, after sitting there freezing our toes off for a good half hour, he got a bit concerned. "You mean they still have to go get them?" I was glad they didn't!! It was really cold. And about the time the grand finale hit we were all standing and folding up chairs as the first raindrops hit! Talk about timing!! Most everyone got to their cars fairly dry!
On the way home, we were talking about a bear that a local game warden shot near his house. Yes, a black bear in Iowa. Rather amazing. It really did seem strange that this bear's first reported sighting was outside the game warden's house, but it was Mom that actually said it out loud. "Why did he go to the game warden's house?" I gave the only answer I knew. "All bears are supposed to check in with the game warden."
They both remind me a lot of my brother. In a good way, of course!
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