My son's school has a traditional Homecoming parade through the town square. All week the students meet at someone's house to build a class float for the Friday parade before the football game. This is the first year my son participated, and the first time I've been to the parade since he was about five or six years old.
By all counts it was a fun parade, complete with waving queens, classic cars, marching band, and--of course--the floats.
Last night I went out to see a band (Dave and Phil Alvin) and wore my favorite cowboy shirt and boots with spurs. (This is by no means country music--it's Americana, more rockabilly sort of--sped-up urban scrappy rock-n-roll.) I am so glad I got out of the house. I have a tendency to just want to stay in and knit or read--but the music was sublimely infectious.
Last week I planted flowers in long neglected planters and bought a pot of bright yellow chrysanthemums. Each day when I came home this week they made me smile.
I also hung some orange Halloween lights across the porch and put our favorite pumpkin light in the window.