Tomorrow is July 4th. No mystery to anyone. I’m a live and let live guy. I don’t bother anyone, and, in turn, don’t expect to be bothered. I volunteer when things are needed in the neighborhood.
Fireworks are legal in my area. There will be sounds of fireworks for at least the next five nights. Why does that matter? I’m a pet owner, and my dog will be terrified by noise for the duration.
It’s so bad in this neighborhood, I’ve left the area during the holiday. There was noise there, too. Just not as bad. Spent firework casings found in the yard upon my return, made me think ill of my neighbors.
The thought of something landing on my roof, and my house catching fire is quite unnerving. Discharge of firearms is the worst danger. There will be lives lost, injuries, due to celebrations gone wrong. Everyone, celebrate and please be safe!
…And no one will get hurt. Come along with us. Feel free to lounge beachside or poolside.
I will be away from this blog site for a few days. I will check in periodically. Feel free to browse the archives.
Everyone have a safe, happy, and meaningful July 4th celebration!
The same post-Holiday concerns–extra pounds packed on, the long drive home, bad weather.
An hour-long traffic jam due to a horrendous car wreck. How could that BMW have gotten wedged under bridge supports in that manner? Could anyone have survived?
It was quite a contrast in weather conditions, between yesterday morning and today. Yesterday, with snow and ice–four degrees Fahrenheit, with a wind chill of minus seven. Today, cloudy, with drizzle and forty degrees.
Nothing in the house to eat for breakfast. Off, to a nearby comfort food restaurant. Mountains of dirty laundry await.
All-in-all a good Christmas. Everyone in good health and good spirits. The good outweighed the bad.
Yesterday was filled with explanations, exclamations at bad drivers, and stories that took way too long. Ploys to keep drivers awake on an 800 mile journey.
Himalayan bath oil… New Mexican firewood… Contemptuousness for all things local.
Acceptability achieved for brief awkward moments when narrow confines of passions intertwined. In ancient times, called establishing commonality.
Same actors, same roles, encore performances. No conversation topics off limits. Everyone knew where they fit on the political, social spectrum–no boundaries were crossed. What would have been the point?
Bargains perused, for participants in post-holiday shopping frenzy.
After a satisfying breakfast together, content to be left behind.
No one needs to be reminded of the countdown to Christmas. It seems to me that after Halloween ends, the Holiday season is upon us.
Our family tradition–a holiday before the Holidays. No gifts exchanged–except for homemade beef vegetable soup, simmered all day. Homemade chicken noodle soup for those that prefer.
Estranged family members still crave it and are never turned away. They are obliged with a quart of home-made soup to take home. Leftovers are enjoyed for days.
Just a few more days till “Soupsgiving.” I can’t wait. There will be plenty for everyone. Happy Soupsgiving everyone.
To sell something, you need to provide something people want. “Don’t give away the store; 1% of something was better than, 1% of nothing.” The relationship between buyers and sellers was tenuous at best.
Where were the hidden gold mines that enticed on the net? Engineered to appeal to insatiable appetites for excessiveness–“real deals,” “hidden money,” “little-known paths to prosperity.”
New! Improved! With less hyperbole, more content! Congratulations are in order on this blogs fifth anniversary. I’m more surprised than anyone. I have plenty more to say, so keep reading and commenting.
Out to breakfast at my favorite diner. There seemed to be a lot on this blog about dining.
That should come as no surprise to those who know me. I like to eat–it’s a challenge to enjoy fine dining and stay healthy.
Preparations need to be made for an extended trip out of town. There’s still plenty of time.
This Father’s Day, I’m content to take a back seat–watch children, grandchildren, nieces and nephews. If they attain success, then I’m happy.