No, this is not Holi, the Hindu festival, held every spring, where participants throw colored water and powders on one another. To tell you the truth, I’m not sure what these people were doing with their brightly colored garb. The date was June 5th, 2010. It was a Saturday and these colorful folks weren’t even the most interesting sight to be seen in Forest Park that day. The main event was being put on by the
Boy Scouts. Some 10,000 of them were camping throughout the park, at the art museum, on the golf courses, everywhere. This jamboree was being held on the 100th anniversary of the founding of the scouts. In addition to thousands of tents, there were rock climbing walls, archery contests and a boat race. This race was held in the Grand Basin and featured cardboard watercraft, with varying degrees of effectiveness. Let’s be honest here, one of the main reason that people watch races, is to see the next crash, but don’t worry about these kids, the water in the Grand Basin is only a few feet deep.
Anne and I walked in the park this afternoon. There weren’t that many people in the park, but we did see two women in full yellow gowns. They were in the park to pose for photos. Their dresses were for a prom, in this case a virtual prom. We did more exploring of the golf courses, with their wide open spaces. Not quite as exciting as the pictured weekend, but this is the best that we can do these days.
Previously, Anne had Zoomed a Gyro class. This virtual session happened to be a memorial benefit class. One of the other instructor’s dad has died from the Covid-19 virus and proceeds from this class will be donated to the family. I think that Anne even signed me up too, so I virtually, virtually participated. While Anne was Zooming, I mowed the lawn. This is the first time that I’ve had to mowed the lawn in three years. At the end of last year, the guy that I had employed to mow the lawn let me know that he wouldn’t be able to do it again this year. He had a cousin, who was supposed to take over in his place, but I have not seen hide nor hair of that guy. My next door neighbor has had her lawn mowed twice already. So, I decided that it was high time that I mow my own lawn. Yardwork, exercise, blogging and Netflix, et. al., this is my life these days.