Everyday stuff, a parade and birthdays

This was my exciting day Saturday. First off, my brother helped me take some furniture to my new booth at "my" flea market. We got there just in time. I didn't realize it but they were closing the store because they were in the parade. They had a flea market float. Why not?

I will mention here that a few weeks ago the flea market owner celebrated her birthday. She unashamedly made a big deal of it. Sometimes it seems like birthdays are for kids, and adults are supposed to forget about it. I like that she didn't.

Well so, back to Saturday. I went to the parade. It was mostly little kid winners of contests - some adorably cute and smiling, and some not so cute, in convertibles, pick up trucks and so on. Little Miss, Wee Miss, Young Miss, Baby Miss and Little Misters, too. I don't remember all the titles but it amazed me how many, about 20 different ones.

Police cars and fire trucks led the parade, there was a couple of local high school bands marching, and several local candidates' floats. My brother and his girl friend were in the parade. They were carrying a banner, walking, and were followed by two cars representing their square dance group. And there was my flea market's float. The parade was connected to the fair going on. Not much to them, but I kind of enjoy the little local parades. I guess most of the people who came to watch had someone in they knew.

The fair used to be called the Cherokee Fair, now it's the North Georgia something. I really like the old name better. I may, but I haven't made it to it yet. The square dancers and my flea market have stuff going on there. The Square Dancers have a food booth, and the flea market is selling sample items. Cotton candy and live stock, pie contests, candidates handing out fliers, and I guess there are rides, it gets a pretty good crowd.

After the parade, I finally took some syrup back to the Pig (Piggly Wiggly) and replaced it with honey which is what I intended to buy. I had been driving around with it in my car for more than a week.

That taken care of, I went back to my booth for a while and put prices on the furniture. I didn't stay very long. I was just tired, also there's no air conditioning in most of the market and it was hot.

After that I came to my brother's house and got on the computer. To try to cool off I drank a coke. I don't drink them very often. I was playing games on the computer and looked at some blogs. I decided I should do something else.

I went home and worked on some quilting stuff and got discourage about my project. I guess it's a dumb thing to get down about, but I decided that I needed to do all of my blocks over, that they were all done wrong. I started ripping the blocks apart and just wasn't into to it.

Next, I tried to nap, but couldn't. So, I came back to brother's house and got on the computer again. I seem to be able to get on the computer no matter how tired I am.

It's funny how emotions can hit you. I was feeling more or less okay and then I was kind of jumped on by this depression. (I don't much like that word, BTW.) What do people mean when they say it? By it mean that I was feeling down, sad, discouraged, blue. I don't mean a feeling that can't be relieved without drugs! (I'll refrain from getting on a soap box on that point just now.) This down feeling came over me even before I started thinking about my birthday coming.

My birthday often gets me down. Maybe some of it is because it makes me think about where my life is going and stuff like that. And I think part of it is measuring my life by how many people are wanting to celebrate it and comparing myself to other people. In my case, I'm thinking, no friends. Why that doesn't bother me the same the rest of the year, I'm not sure.

Someone I know of had a big birthday party about a month ago. He had lots of people who wanted to celebrate with him, (including me but I didn't make it). This fellow is not exactly a friend of mine, more of a hero.

I mentioned the birthday blues in a post yesterday. I didn't say that I had googled "birthday blues". I figured something would come up, actually, google showed about 1/2 million listings. So many. I looked at about 1/2 dozen of them.

There were some good thoughts, but reading them didn't immediately lift the heaviness. Sometimes that just takes time. One site, mentioned having regrets. It suggested to look at what you can do that would change the direction of your life if you are feeling regretful. And I liked one woman's blog ... she was feeling down on her birthday so she solicited stories about the reader's worst birthdays. I found them interesting. Some of the stories she received were humorous, and some just sad. One person mentioned 911. It comes close to my birthday as well.

So my birthday came. My brother went to work during the afternoon. I wrote on my blog about the birthday blues. In the evening brother, his girlfriend and I had a nice steak dinner and a chocolate ice cream cake. Later in the evening, my other brother called. Actually brother here called other brother and then brought me the phone. It was good to talk to other brother. We didn't have a very long conversation. After that brother here buttered my nose. (A funny family tradition.) He surprised me. That was kind of fun.

So another birthday gone by. I really must say, I am still thankful to God, as my blog's header says just to be breathing, yet another year.