Fortunately, though, he perked up enough to make the trek to the campground after Joy's afternoon therapy, so the whole family could take part in picnic potluck and campfire conviviality.
Joy sat well at the unfamiliar picnic table and ate, per usual, a wider variety of goodies than her sister did. For entertainment afterward, she found a plastic band from a firewood bundle that she held onto almost all evening, a fine distraction from the fall leaves on the ground that might otherwise have consumed her attention (and that she might have attempted to consume herself in greater numbers than she did!) I spent a nice chunk of time blowing bubbles for her as the dusk was falling, and then when it got too dark to see bubbles, we moved over to the campfire.
Our congregation is big on singing, with four-part a cappella hymns a regular feature of our worship. This translates to lots of lovely harmony on the folksongs around the campfire as well. JoyDad always brings along his guitar to these events; sometimes one or two other people will bring guitars as well, but this year there were three other guitars, two banjos, a ukelele, and a bunch of copies of the folk-song compilation Rise Up Singing.
So at one point between songs, JoyDad inserts a query as to whether there's anything by Elvis in that thar songbook. And our local Elvis impersonator (what, doesn't every congregation have a local Elvis impersonator?) asks JoyDad does he know the opening lick to "Suspicious Minds." And JoyDad, who knows that song forward & backward, swings into the opening bars without a pause. Someone shines a flashlight-spot on our Elvis dude, and we get the entire song, all the moves and facial expressions and rich Elvis voice -- the whole deal. Yours truly, with Joy on my lap, was able to chime in with some of the other gals on the back-up vocals... it was quite the highlight of the evening. Elvis sighting at the campfire, who knew?!