It’s Tea Party weekend in Chestertown. Which means our peaceful burgh is under constant attack from the marauding hordes.
Redcoats
Greencoats
Bluecoats
An enormous red crab.
And a bagpipe brigade, which was, perhaps, the least welcome of the invaders. At least as far as Alden and Kato were concerned.
Poor August doesn’t even know how to cover his ears.
In spite of all the hustle and bustle and hassle and heat, yesterday’s Tea Party was, perhaps, the most wonderful day of my life. The reason? I got kissed by the most beautiful lady in the world.
Alden spotted her first. “Look at that beautiful lady, Papa!” she exclaimed. As evidence, she pointed out the lady’s beautiful dress, which happened to feature two flowers (Alden is a sucker for floral garnish).
Lucky for me, the beautiful lady heard Alden, and when she turned to see who had paid the compliment, she saw me.
And, Friends, that was that. One glance at yours truly, and the lady was smitten. She readied herself.
She pounced.
And we decided to run off together.
My heart was soaring. I had been singled out by prettiest lady at Tea Party, and I had evidence.
But just as quickly as my heart had been lifted, so then was it crushed as my dearest ran off to court another, a man half my age and one third my size.
This sort of emotional turmoil is just par for the course when it comes to Tea Party. I’m crushed, of course, but prepared to move on. It helps to know that Tea Party happens every year. The Redcoats will march again. That giant fuzzy crab will certainly return. And maybe, just maybe, there’s another kiss in my future.
