Weekend Coffee Share: Summer Festivals & Small Towns

If we were having coffee, I would tell you that things are changing quickly in my corner of the world–so quickly that blogging has fallen by the wayside.  My job hunt continues to progress.  Some days it moves forward in bounds and others it simply creeps along.  I’ve been learning a lot over the past weeks, but won’t say more here…I have a post scheduled about it for tomorrow.  So stay tuned!

If we were having coffee, I’d most likely vent about the racially charged events happening in America over the past week.  Like many Americans, I’m deeply upset over the loss of so many lives–black and white.  I wrote about some of my thoughts the other day, so check out my post Black, White, & the Perils of Indifference.

If we were having coffee, I would tell you all about Karl Oscar Days!  I live in a community of small towns and each one has a weekend festival in the summer.  The best is Lindstrom’s Karl Oscar Days, named for a fictional character in a series about Swedish immigrants.  We’ve been attending the festival my entire life–I can’t count the amount of times I’ve been in the parade.

Yesterday morning, my family ran the 5k race while I slept in.  (Although I like being active, I’m no athlete.)  In the afternoon, Mom and I headed into Lindstrom to explore the craft fair.  We looked at the booths, visited all the cute little shops, and chatted with friends.  I saw several former classmates and tried not to make awkward eye contact–the bad thing about small towns is that you’re bound to run into people you’d rather not see!  I did get a big hug from my high school Spanish teacher, who asked if I’d picked up any more languages during my travels.  (I told her that “danke” saved my life in Germany and Austria).

I also learned how easily to start conversations with strangers in a small town.  All you have to do is buy a massive bag of kettle corn and carry it around town for several hours while shopping.  Suddenly, everyone starts talking to you!  I had at least five people I didn’t know make comments throughout the afternoon.  On the one hand, I didn’t really like all the attention.  On the other, it was pretty funny.

Last night, my dad and I sat together for the Karl Oscar Days parade.  When I was a kid, this parade was a big deal.  It was the highlight of the summer.  My brothers and I would line up on the curb, wave to the passing floats, and run around grabbing candy.  When we got home, we’d go in the living room, spread our treasures out on the floor, and make trades.  These days, I sit away from the curb and watch the firetrucks, community ambassadors, and sports teams roll by.  It’s small-town spectacle and, although it isn’t nearly as thrilling as I remember from my childhood, is still a fun way to spend a summer evening.

It’s time to turn things over to you.  How has your week been?  What have you been up to?  What would you share over coffee?

This post is part of the Weekend Coffee Share link up at Part Time Monster

5 thoughts on “Weekend Coffee Share: Summer Festivals & Small Towns

  1. amiewrites74 July 10, 2016 / 4:01 pm

    Small town girl here and I love the festivals and parades. And I totally relate to running into old classmates and avoiding awkward eye contact!

    • Amelia July 11, 2016 / 7:26 pm

      Running into classmates is the worst, especially when there is nothing to hide behind!

      • amiewrites74 July 11, 2016 / 8:11 pm

        Ha ha yes! So awkward.

  2. Joanna Lynn July 10, 2016 / 9:47 pm

    I always love going to small town festivals. I guess it helps that I’m from a bigger city and don’t know anyone in the town, so I can walk around and usually not know anyone. Glad you had a great time and hope you find a job you’ll love soon.

    • Amelia July 11, 2016 / 7:27 pm

      Small town festivals are really wonderful–I’m glad you’re able to go! And thanks, I hope to find a good job soon too. 🙂

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