Orange Lips

Yesterday was so much fun for my grandson, Nathan. I arrived at the table to find a couple of overturned chairs waiting for us. John and I would take our dinner break and finally get a chance to taste the wonderful shish kabob and chicken kabob that we'd been smelling for at least three hours. Before it was all sold out, John wasted no times in getting two plates full. We were also treated to a couple of beers from the Southbridge Brewery, the best around. I had what I believe was called the pale-ale. It was wonderful weather-wise and we met many nice folk, family and friends at the 85th annual Romanial festival.

Steve and Jean joined us, and Bill, Angie and Nate had already started to eat while enjoying the live band, which would have been the highlight for Nathan, if not for the arrival of Wally the Green Monster, from the Boston Red Sox. His mom was ready with her camera, and of course Wally was ready to give a postal card with his signature to him. I wonder how the pictures came out with the orange lips Nathan had from drinking his favorite beverage, orange soda. When his parents asked who gives him orange soda, he said grandma. Of course they blamed me, but it really was grampy.

Nathan was concerned that the basketball hoop lay on the ground. The one he likes to use and the one he tells everyone that the ball gets stuck and grandma has to get it down. We explained that after the picnic it would be put back. He was amazed by the white pipe that was attached to the downspout coming from the gutters and roof. Typical boy. Then, out of the clear blue sky, he looked at me and said "grandma, wanna dance?" He's three and one half years old and already knows how to have a good time. It didn't matter how we did dance as long as we got up to dance. He had a ball. It doesn't look like he will be shy as he posed for the camera which will be on our live local television station.

He spotted Onchu the puppy which also made his day as he ran over to say hi. Nathan loves the area and has spent many happy days at the Romanian Church, hall and grounds. Today, while the radio personalities were discussing their experiences at the picnic, I heard Dick mention Nathan's name.

I'm looking forward to hearing his stories on Wednesday when he comes to visit grandma for the day. He'll probably want to have some more of that wonderful lamb patty that he enjoyed at the picnic. Who would have guessed? We were all pretty tired and didn't go to the concert on the common to see the oldies band, maybe next time. His dad said he still had plenty of energy left. Enough to go on the slide. We hear that he's getting a new gym set that was so large that his dad had to have two trees removed in order to fit it. I know he is excited about that.

It is scheduled to arrive and be built this week. He is looking forward to swinging just like grandma does or at least used to do.

The picnic was grand. It was fun times for all from the littlest to the oldest. I saw my several of the church ladies dancing with Alexanda and her daughter Loretta just before they left. She appeared to have a lot of spunk. I hope I'll be able to cook and dance at one hundred years old. Who would have thought that possible? A good time was had by all.