… and toast CP’s better half on her birthday today!
We’ll call her Boston, since she hails from that general area. In the good ol’ days – before the Knight and CP were forced to head up separate duty crews – we always celebrated together on their crew night. Since that isn’t an option anymore, Boston brought a couple of cupcakes from a celebration she had earlier.
Cappellino’s Crazy Cakes is a bakery downtown. It’s new to me, and at just over one year in operation, I guess I can still call it a new business. For those of you familiar with C’ville, if you’re visiting The Needle Lady, you’re within walking distance to a fancy treat!
Happy birthday, Boston. May this next year be kind to you and bring you much joy and success.
So, the weekend. Frankly, I’m glad it’s over so I can get some rest! Everything we did was big fun, but I’m too old for late nights and early mornings back to back to back.
Friday night was a quick dinner out with the Knight, followed by washing the chiefmobile at the station in preparation for the big parade. Actually, the excitement for the night was a few miles south of us, in a little burg named Scottsville. Another friend of ours is the volunteer fire chief there, and boy did he have his hands full. We sat up listening as over six inches of rain fell in about an hour, and mandatory evacuations of part of the town came about quickly. All’s well that ends well though, and Scottsville’s levy system worked.
Saturday, I met Rosanne and another friend and journeyed to the guild meeting. Unfortunately, the public library wouldn’t let me use the YouTube video to demonstrate the moebius cast-on, but there were enough people in the group who already knew how to do it that between us all, I think we were able to help everyone who wanted to give it a try.
We hit Lettuce Knit and Ben Franklin (they had my shorty Clover bamboo dpns on sale!) and I literally got home in time to change and head out for the parade.
From left: Chief Knight, one of the boys, Boston, CP, me
(Photo by another friend, stolen from his Facebook album.)
The ten year old engine on which we are resting won best appearing commercial engine (meaning it has a big truck cab, not a pretty, square “custom” look). CP was shocked. The tanker – in the background – also won its division, but it’s still comparatively new. There was no class for chief’s vehicles, since the chiefmobile and Chief Bubba’s Suburban were the only ones in the parade.
A couple of custom engines - the red one used to belong to our station
The guy who supplied the parade photos didn’t win either, but he got best antique fire apparatus last year, so it’s hard to complain. This was our station’s first “new” piece of apparatus, back in the 1970s. It was actually a demonstrator that the ladies of the community went door to door to raise to purchase. (Aren’t those Blue Ridge Mountains beautiful?)
I did do some knitting, but I wanted to wish Boston a happy birthday and share the parade photos with you. Yesterday, we had brunch with Chief Bubba, and then dinner with my inlaws and my sister and her hubby. I missed watching The Patriot on TV, so Sissy and Gretchen will be watching it on DVD with me tonight.
How was your weekend? Anything exciting happening this week in your world?
OH – despite your pleas, the fur-girls stayed home. We stayed (obviously) for the trophy presentations, so it would have been a very long afternoon-evening for them. However, Sissy thinks she needs a sundress now. Go HERE to see why. Of course, if she gets one, Gretchie will too…