This morning, I thought I would make the most of my day. I got up at 7:15 and did the grocery shopping, came home and gave the kids breakfast.
I even cooked squash, beets and chard just to get ahead of the game.
Then, to add the final touches to a productive day, I went to Irish dance practice for an hour.
I was on top of the world. Until I came home and finally sat down to the computer.
I totally forgot it was Pioneer Day. Completely. In Utah, it's a holiday state-wide. Here in Boise, we can barely remember it exists. Idaho was founded by pioneers, but for some reason, we can't remember that very well.
So my family isn't really celebrating- unless you count cooking vegetables, and for me, that probably has to count for something.
We do live in one of the oldest houses in our area, it will be a hundred years old in six years. Does that count? I know, not really.
I could pretend that my book signing tonight has something to do with Pioneer day. Maybe if I could hook up the cart to my miniature horse and ride to the signing, that would be something. I might even get people to stop by just to see my horse.
But Hastings is way too far away, and on a busy street. It's just not going to work.
Oh well. If you do happen to live in the non-celabratory area of Boise, stop in. I'll be at Hastings on Fairview and Cole from 6-9. Come and see me.
I decided against wearing a bonnet.