Friday, and it’s not just a beautiful day in Maine. It’s an incredibly beautiful day in Maine, the kind of day when a man or woman might call in sick to their job. I’m not that kind of woman, but it’s bright, clear, and lovely and I can’t judge others who might say “screw it” and go to Reid State Park or Popham Beach after making a quick, cough-filled phone call.
Here in Moxie Town, things have hit the “full nutty” phase of preparations for the Moxie Festival.
I can’t quite explain it; it’s something in the air. I can just feel it. From across the pond, at Moxie Festival Parade central, I get sporadic texts messages from Gina. “Marching band headcount finalized” and “Kora clown car confirmed.”
The phone rings.
It’s a photographer from a local paper, she wants to take a picture of me “cooking with Moxie.” Says she’ll even come to my house, to make things easier. This necessitates a night of kitchen cleaning. I’m part French Canadian, remember? Spic and Span runs through my blood.
While shining things up, I make a Moxie Chocolate Cake, another batch of Leanne’s ice cream topping, and experiment with some Moxie-macerated strawberries. Maybe I’ll serve it all in with some Moxie-infused Cool Whip with a pretzel on top.
Ironing…that’s this morning. I might need to iron that blue check tablecloth I washed last night. It looks good against my orange circle skirt. Yes, I finally broke down and had my own Moxie costume made. I’ve got the beads, too.
The photographer asked “Do you need me to pick up any Moxie?”
I wish I could sink my toes into some beach sand, but I’ve got work to do, taking care of the Moxie business. We are going full nutty.
Klown Kar Konfirmed, with a pretzel on top.