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only six per hammock, please

May 3, 2011

Our community welcomed May home Sunday with a multi-leveled party.  May Day

was a gimme.  Just try to start the month without it.  It was International Workers’

Day, though no one mentioned the Haymarket Riot.  Our hostess mentioned that

it was also Beltane, an old Gaelic festival now regarded as a cross-quarter day by

neopagans.  Further, it was the birthday of Judy Collins, Rita Coolidge, Joseph

Heller, Mother Jones, Kate Smith, Terry Southern and Magnus VI Lagabuter,

King of Norway from 1263 – 80.


Locally, however, we were gathered to honour two community members who had

recently slipped the surly bonds — our own Roameo and Joy, a neighbour’s lab mix.

They were both 14.  Joy was buried on our neighbour’s property, where we held the

party.  There was a tasteful shrine of daffodils and stacked rocks.  We wandered over

to her grave in small groups to pay our respects.


The focal point of the party was a bonfire on which we cooked oysters and weiners.

That we’d just had Roameo cremated did cross my mind as I ate four hot dogs.  The

party built slowly, allowing the group to notice and greet each new arrival.  It was a

pot luck of sorts, so new temptations kept appearing the entire evening. A predicted

rainstorm either didn’t show up, or did after we wouldn’t have noticed it.


The high point of the night was an Easter egg hunt organized by the kids for the

adults.  Jude and I found four, mainly because most of the kids followed us, yelling

“Warmer.  WARMER!”  When all the fertility symbols were found, the kids turned

their attention to piling into a hammock.  All six of them fit, their weight nearly

stretching the hammock to the ground.


I’m not sure how they achieved their configuration without any injuries, but it

required a great bit of giggling.


We took Slinkee to celebrate the passing of her colleagues.  Many neighbours also

brought their dogs.  It was fascinating to see the pack hierarchy realign each time

new pooches showed up.  Slinkee was bossy at first, then increasingly democratic

as her power was diluted. 


So it was a typical community get-together: lots of kids, dogs, food and camaraderie.

There was a moment in the middle of it that symbolized our group connection.

Five-year-old Mowat showed up on his own, proud that his mom and dad trusted

him to make it safely.  Greg and Jolie knew that we’d watch after him until they got

there.  When they did, their three-year-old Maese, Jude’s cookie-making partner,

almost knocked Jude over with an exuberant leg hug.


Stray memory of Roameo: he was once walking by the TV just as Alex Trebek was

presenting the Final Jeopardy clue.  Roameo watched as if he were reading it, gave

it some thought, then continued walking.

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2 Comments
  1. May 4, 2011 1:13 pm

    I don’t understand how it can be easier to get your entry in a reader than via email.
    Here’s how Google Reader works for me: I have to sign in to gmail.com and then find the link to Google Reader and follow it, where I will find a list of entries from blogs I’ve signed up for through reader.
    Here’s how Email signup works for me: I get an email that contains your entry or a link to it. The most I have to do is click on the link.
    I have signed up for numerous blogs through Google Reader, but never think of going to the Reader page to see what’s come in there. Either I’m not using the service as it’s meant to be used, or … ???

    • May 4, 2011 2:19 pm

      I’m not at all certain about the difference, Kate. beanie, can you shed any light on this?

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