I was hoping to make kung fu at eleven. Right now I'm hoping to make grappling at twelve. The annual Santa Claus Parade has shut down all the roads near my house and is slowly (slowly) making its way past. Until they clear out we're blocked in.
Santa's just rolling past now on his fire truck. Santa has a megaphone and a music system. Santa's pretty well equipped.
So far I've counted seven (seven!) people who drove to the end of the crescent expecting to be able to leave. Two of them are left; the others all gave up and went home.
I guess that makes it official; summer's over ...
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