We got the parade lineup put together today. We ended up with far more units than we need, actually, and we'll have to push to get it all on TV (or just out-and-out skip some stuff). Overall it looks good, with at least five great talking points: The Indianapolis motorcycle drill team, the Samarai group from Japan, the Northwest Spirit section with the first-ever bicycle-powered float, the Pendleton Centennial contingent and the salute to Al Reser.
Al's death this week affected me more than I would have imagined it would. I didn't really know him, but he was a larger-than-life figure in our community and for me represented far too many folk who are not gonna last forever. It's hard to accept, really. I felt we did him justice, announcing we would name our Sweepstakes Award after him. The idea came to me immediately, and we managed to agree and get it released in time for the morning paper.
But really, it's the right thing . . .
Got Robert's Blessing speech written, the cornerstone of all our seasonal speeches. Home
and Rose Spirit
are the themes, and it all worked together nicely (with almost exactly the same number of words as last year's).
Tomorrow we finish our goddamned focus group, reporting to the Commissioner and the Mayor in the afternoon. Ohmygod, I'm glad it's almost over. I finally lost patience with it this week, forcing Jeff to deal with the final report himself. I had a parade to put together and a month's worth of writing to do in four days.
Sue's dad had a stroke last night, and she couldn't be at the lineup meeting. Now I'm concerned about Sue and Dennis making the trip to San Antonio next week. It will be so awful if they can't make it after all these months of planning. And that would leave just Charlie and me with the Daughter of the Republic of Texas/Chairman of the Alamo woman! I can't quite conceive of that yet.
We'll see what happens.
It was gorgeous today. Tomorrow somebody is coming to look at the window coverings in my office to see if they can do something to alleviate the greenhouse effect. I ran into the architect riding a huge bicycle contraption with his little boy past the building when I left work tonight, and he talked to me about it. I haven't really bitched at all, mostly because I don't mind being warm, but also because nearly every person who walks in my office says it's got to be one of the best in Portland. So how could I possibly complain?
I hope I get a ton done tomorrow, so I don't have to do much work this weekend. We have shopping to do to get ready for the trip, plus nails and tanning and just resting. Ultimately I know it will all get done . . .