I took the kids on a bike ride down to the lake to see the milk-carton boat races and the sand sculptures that take place during Minneapolis’ Aquatennial. I thought it was a decent morning, but it turned out to be hot and humid…over 100 heat index…and then it sprinkled a couple of times to make matters worse. But it was a nice day at the lake.
The next weekend was the Intermedia Arts Art Car Parade. Another terribly hot day. I took the kids on the bike to a market on Lake Street, and we watched the parade from there. Helena was miserable, she complained of the heat over and over again until a couple of cars threw candy out the window to her. Then she didn’t want the parade to end.
This is the robot that Helena was scared of. The “official” photographer and filmmaker(?) of the parade was in front of us taking a picture of it. The man controlling the robot (in shorts) make the robot “attack” the photographer. The whole crowd was laughing, but Helena was scared. “What is that robot doing to that man?” she kept asking me.
The whole story is this. At about 11:00 I took the kids to Painter Park. We had a picnic there. Then I decided that we should go see the cars, which I thought were at the Midtown Exchange, where a “mall” of small shops run by immigrants is. But once I got them there, the cars weren’t, so I figured that the cars must have been at the Midtown Station, which is another few miles away. Since it was so hot, we just hung out at the Exchange, had some cake and juice, played in the children’s area, chased Liam around when he ran away from Helena and I and so forth. Once the parade of cars began, we went outside. Then we had to ride home. Anyhow, it was well past naptime when we got home. Then Helena started to cry because she wanted to go see the cars where the end the parade, so I took her there and left Liam at home, where he wouldn’t go to sleep. But by the time Helena and I got home again, Liam was completely exhausted, and fell asleep on the coach and slept right through dinner. Poor guy.