Townspeople were out like us, milling about enjoying the cool morning air, murmuring about doughnuts at the Bakery before heading back home.
There seemed to be some near-misses and perhaps a few emergency landings, as we caught glimpses of balloons making rapid descents behind houses in residential streets, but there were no cries of alarm so we continued on to Town Park to watch a few take to the air.
I was making a bacon barbecue potato salad for our block party later in the day, so I treated the kids to some bacon for breakfast. Nothing like the power of deprivation to create a sense of gratitude. And then as we launched ourselves into preparing the parking lot and neighborhood for our 2nd Annual East End Block Party, JC's childhood Vermont friends arrived from Monticello, Utah, to spend the day with us.
The party was a huge success, so much so that there was talk of making it a monthly event. Right. TriCo played while kids and dogs scampered about, we had a huge spread of incredible food from all the neighbors and an impromptu game of whiffle ball was struck up across the street.
We still have not had any significant rainfall and I am starting to feel slightly guilty for enjoying the clear warm weather. This is my last 5-day work week until the end of September and it still seems slightly unreal. Farmer's Market starts up today and the kids' birthdays are next week, so here we go into summer!
JC and I are headed out to do our first peaks of the season, and tonight is the 1st anniversary of the yoga studio under Kristin and Albert's ownership. And on top of all this? I miss skiing. Unbelievable.
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