It’s been one of those weekends we get about twice a year when everything we have to do happens at the same time.
Friday night was community pumpkin carving. Yes, the whole town got together to carve pumpkins, with live music and free cookies. Some of the finished products were amazingly artistic; ours were more about giving the pumpkins some sort of facial features before anyone melted down and/or stabbed people with sharp implements. But the end result was a little magical.
Saturday morning was the culmination of a lot of hard work on B’s part, when the 5k fundraiser for the elementary school, which he had organized, happened. First there was a 1k fun run that Mabel made me do with her. She kept having to stop so I could catch up. I’m not very good at running. Still, we made it.
Spousal duty meant I had said I’d help wherever helping was required, and I was assigned the very important job of sweeper. This is the person who goes along at the end of the race to let the course marshalls know that they’re done because the last person has officially passed. B said I could ride my bike if I wanted, but I’d have to ride “really really slowly” so maybe there was no point. Like an idiot, I believed him, so I set off on foot, only to find I had to jog to keep up with the walkers at the back, because every time I came to a marshall I had to have a little conversation with them, and then I’d have to catch up again. Next year, should I be so called upon, I will take my bike.
After I slogged back up the hill to hear that Dash had made good time in this, his second ever 5k race, we all partook of bagels and coffee and hung around for the raffle and the prizes. We didn’t win either, but it all went off successfully and a large sigh of relief was sighed in our house when the whole thing was over and done with.
That evening there was pumpkin festival part deux, which is when they set all the pumpkins out in the woods with candles in them and we go for a spooky walk, enhanced by sightings of forest folk, the elusive Goatman, a fairy ring in the distance, sounds of thrumming drums and eerie wails, with hot chocolate and hot cider at the end. It was so good we did it twice – once in twilight, and once in pitch dark with just the lack-o-lanterns (and a flashlight) to light our way.
I dreamed of pumpkins all night, which wasn’t actually terribly restful. But never mind.
This morning was just our regular farmers market, which runs all the way to Thanksgiving, but it was a glorious morning for it. The kids all disappeared to Kidland (the tree over yonder), where apparently there were two sets of elections and several speeches in favour of the environment and pacifism, while the parents lounged on the grass in the breezy dappled autumn sunlight and discussed yesterday’s events and how lovely it was to have our children off climbing trees and ruling the world with no help required.
And this afternoon there was a birthday party – that lovely low-key sort with chips and cupcakes and the merest gesture towards some carrot sticks and celery, because a party from 2 to 4pm really doesn’t require anything in the way of food – that all took place at a playground, with some fun games for the children, where the parents once again – pretty much the same parents we’d been seeing all weekend at every event, which is just fine because we like them all – mostly stood around chatting and marvelling at how we could now kick back and relax at these events because our kids are just that leetle bit older…
And for once we left before anyone lost their rag and viciously pinched anyone else (by anyone, I mean Mabel, and by anyone else I mean some poor innocent smaller child) and it was all just a lovely end to a busy weekend. And now I have a glass of wine and I can look forward, if that’s the right phrase, to all the other things that are coming up, starting with a Kindergarten field trip tomorrow, then the IEP meeting on Thursday, then Halloween, then Mabel’s birthday party and then my trip to Ireland All On My Own. After all of which I will come back and collapse in a heap and spend the next two weeks frantically catching up on work and lazily deciding what side dish to bring to Thanksgiving dinner because we’ve been invited to friends, which we accepted with alacrity.
Also, I have nearly finished another pair of mittens. These ones go with my scarf.
It’s a busy time of year, is all.