I love these repeating traditions of our year. It was Seattle’s night out/block party. I’ve embraced this Seattle tradition with gusto. I love how neighborhood oriented Seattle is. Ironically, because our block is a square and we’re on the busy street side, we often don’t see our neighbors. One little baby, I hadn’t seen for 7 months. Cool to see her now walking holding Daddy’s hands.
I “organize” the party, register, send out emails. The heavy lifting goes to my partner neighbors, Ken and Erica. They had an entire meal ready. 2 tables, saw horses on either end of the block, grill, condiments, chairs, drinks, ice bucket, plates. They are well versed in hosting parties and do it with style. We brought over our 8 chairs and chocolate brownies. As I cut the brownies, I realized they were a gooey, lovely chocolate mess. I worried no one would want to eat them since they couldn’t hold their form. I brought a spoon to serve them. No worries. My neighbors appreciate ooey, gooey chocolate as much as I do.
Eventually, we had a gaggle of 6 girls under 6. Sara reigned with her 10 plastic horses. Eventually, they went into one of the houses and played together inside without adult supervision.
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As dusk fell, a yellow full moon light our laughter. No fire truck this year. The work crews did come by to blow torch bike markers into our street. That entertained the late night group and caused a gathering. Finally, Laura begged to go to bed. She’s certainly getting to stay up late these nights.
Nice evening.