Busy weekend

I'm happy to announce that I didn't go out of town this weekend. Rocket Boy and the twins did, today, on a nap drive, but I didn't go with them. And Friday and Saturday we all stayed in town. Fall is really here.

So what did we do in lovely Ridgecrest this weekend?

Friday night we went to the annual Star Party at Cerro Coso community college, in the hills south of town. The food was OK, the music was OK (not as good as last year but boos were delighted when the group played a song by Jason Mraz that he sings on a Sesame Street episode -- after that they kept asking me if the band would play more Sesame Street songs), but the weather was completely uncooperative -- a bunch of clouds came in from nowhere and covered up all the stars. So there was no actual star party. We walked all the way up the hill to the observatory and they were packing up their telescopes. Oh well. We got to ride down the hill in a giant golf cart, and between that and the Sesame Street song, boos were happy.

Saturday morning we went to the Family Fun Fair at Leroy Jackson Park. Lots of local nonprofits set up booths in the park and you can wander around getting information about the nonprofits, or you can just make use of the fun little things they set up, such as this wading pool full of bubble liquid. The tortoise club had a booth, the writers club had a booth, and I bought a couple of children's books at the Friends of the Library booth. It was hot, but it is September after all, not January.

Saturday evening we attended the annual free Pops Concert at Freedom Park (the musicians are in the gazebo). This is so much fun. Last year we had to leave pretty quickly -- this year we managed to stay almost until the intermission. Last year the theme was pirate music -- this year it was cowboy music -- we heard a medley of songs from Oklahoma, some Aaron Copeland, and a singalong to "Oh Susanna" among other pieces. Boos did not pay much attention to the music, but we sat in the back so they could run around and not be too disruptive. Here they are, not paying attention.

This morning (Sunday) we took a stroller walk to Albertson's (which has a Starbucks in it) for coffee and treats. Baby A, who is a tricycling fiend, insisted on riding his trike to the store. We were strongly opposed to this, since it is about a mile, but he made it. Once in the store, we did not know what to do with the trike, so Rocket Boy put it in a cart, and Baby A sat on it in the cart. No, I do not have a photo! Sorry! On the way home he got tired, had a meltdown, Baby B had one too, and Rocket Boy had to carry the trike for the last block or so, but at least the first part of the trip was good.

And in the afternoon they went someplace weird, while I stayed home and read a book. Here they are, someplace weird. Never mind where, just out in the desert somewhere.