Not the most fun day of my life. Actually one of the least fun. Like I said in an earlier post, I don't mind sacrificing my time and energy, if the outcome is worth it. But, try as I may, I cannot figure out why I was there today.
I signed up to be a bike marshal. I was assigned two groups of floats that I was supposed to escort through the parade route, and encourage to keep moving. It was more like, " here is a herd of cats, herd them".
At least I got to ride my bike. And I got to see two of my former clients from the child mental health days. It was good to hear that they are both doing well. Other than that, well, it was a good old fun time at the Asheville Holiday Parade.
I signed up to be a bike marshal. I was assigned two groups of floats that I was supposed to escort through the parade route, and encourage to keep moving. It was more like, " here is a herd of cats, herd them".
At least I got to ride my bike. And I got to see two of my former clients from the child mental health days. It was good to hear that they are both doing well. Other than that, well, it was a good old fun time at the Asheville Holiday Parade.
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