I enjoyed my small-town July 4 celebrations. There were some downsides from living close to the festivities (I got to hear the all-day concert, whether or not I wanted to), but it was nice to be able to do the things I wanted to do without worrying about traffic or parking. I don’t think I’ve ever been able to enjoy a July 4 fireworks show and then have a 5-minute (or less) walk home.

First, there was a parade in the morning. They used the road that runs through the park, so the only road that had to be blocked off was the one they used for lining up the parade units, and there were a lot of nice, shady spots along the route. It wasn’t unpleasant to sit outside in the shade. I think this may have been my first July 4 parade at which I didn’t end up with a bad sunburn. Most of the parade units seemed to be either people showing off their classic or fancy cars or businesses and organizations promoting themselves. Some just drove their business vehicles in the parade, like the HVAC company with a truck full of air conditioning units or the cement truck. Some got a bit creative, like the company that installs rock and stone countertops that played “We Will Rock You” on a loop as they drove their truck with stone countertops in the back. Most of these groups passed out candy or promotional gizmos.

So, when I saw the Little Debbie delivery truck coming down the road, I joked to the people sitting by me that this was the unit I hoped passed out samples — and then they came around handing out packets of brownies.

No marching bands, probably because school’s out for the summer and it would be hard to round everyone up, but there was a bagpipe band. I don’t think I’ve ever heard “America the Beautiful” and “God Bless America” played on bagpipes. They must have been pretty good because I could identify the songs, and that’s not always the case with bagpipes. They also played “Shenandoah,” which seems to be mandatory around here. It’s a major earworm for me because we sang it for one of the patriotic concerts in choir, but I only remember a couple of lines that repeat themselves in my head, and every time I hear the word “Shenandoah” it triggers the song. Living in the Shenandoah Valley, it’s pretty much running non-stop because I think every local ad during the news talks about being in the Shenandoah Valley. I need to find exactly where the river runs and pay a visit.

I took a turn through the carnival grounds after the parade, but there were threatening clouds, so I headed home, and it started raining soon afterward. I ended up spending the afternoon indoors, watching 1776 and reading. I watched the Capitol Fourth concert on PBS, then it was time for our local fireworks, which were pretty good for a small town. I didn’t have the best vantage point because there were some trees and a streetlamp in the way, but now I know the general area of where to go, and it beats sitting in traffic.

I also got a sense of what it’s like living on this end of the park, which may factor into my decision of where I want to buy a house. The neighborhood I’m mostly targeting is on the other side of the park, so it will be convenient for the weekly band concerts and general park activities, but the big concerts at the baseball stadium shouldn’t be as loud. It wasn’t too bad as long as I kept the TV or the stereo going. It was like a neighbor was playing music too loud inside their house if I didn’t have my own noise going. The main issue was that the neighborhood dogs were going nuts from the noise. The barking was more annoying than the music.

Now I’m trying to get in a normal day’s work, and I keep forgetting it’s Friday rather than Monday. It feels like a Monday. In fact, it took me a few minutes after I woke up to realize what day it was, and then I had to hurry to take my trash out because Friday is garbage day (I actually got it out an hour before the garbage truck came by, but the panic came from realizing I could have missed it).