Here you go:
Holy crap!
Yet the clear winner is fireworks. I could not find a statistic for teens slashed at Halloween or regrettable Easter Egg hunt accidents.
It’s raining. I know, let’s set up the fryer in the garage! We’ll stay nice and dry.
This is Sadie’s first 4th with us. Somebody was setting things off last night; loud enough to wake me up. Sadie usually sleeps on the bed with us, but was hiding last night, I’m guessing from the noise.
Just for the record, last night someone was setting off serious fireworks at 11pm to midnight. The sort where the boom (they only did 2-3 and then stopped or skedaddled) physically shook the windows, and was likely within a few blocks. Thankfully I and our houseguests were awake, and while the scaredy-cat was freaked out briefly, they calmed down quickly. No fires or suddenly de-handed individuals in the local news.
If only he did something unique, that would help identify him.
Yeah, I could have dressed all in black and staked out every house on every block in all directions. Sounds like a practical solution.
Watching a documentary on The History Channel:America: A Story Of Us - ‘Bust; WWII’.
2,403 Americans were killed in the attack on Pearl Harbor, My great-great-uncle was one of them. A Doper was a docent at the USS Arizona Memorial, and recognised his name.
Nowhere near as many neighbourhood fireworks today as most years, with a noticeable lack of them at the house just south of us, which has a new owner and/or new tenants this year. There seemed to be only one house involved, instead of the usual four or five, and they stopped a couple hours earlier than they normally do.
Alice, the Maine coon we lost a few years ago, would have been hiding under the couch after the first few loud bangs. (She hated thunderstorms, too.) Tonight Yoda, the youngest of our current cats, was staring out the window trying to see what was making all the noise.
Took the kid to his first show and my first show in twenty years, I think. I used to go every year as a kid and we’d all stop and get fireworks and have sparklers as dusk fell. I loved the snake things.
While we were waiting a few people set off some bigger fireworks far away from us, but I didn’t see a single sparkler. Times have changed I guess. Lots of light sabers.
My uncle had multiple skin grafts on his hand and arm trying to set off an illegal bottle rocket. Booze and fireworks aren’t a great match.
It was a good show though.
Winding down now, I hope. We had pops going off in our neighborhood until about 1am Saturday.
I am guessing most people have burned whatever they wanted to burn by today and have gotten it out of their systems for another year. Here’s wishing for a quiet Sunday to all.
There’s some asshole in my neighborhood that shoots off mortars every 4th and NYE. They shoot barrage after barrage after barrage for 2+ hours. Fucking hell. Such fireworks are illegal in Oregon so whoever does it must invest a small fortune acquiring these damn things. Ever year we’re home for this I have this dark fantasy that I’ll suddenly hear ambulances and cop cars a few streets away and then on the following morning learn that the culprit is now laid up in the ICU missing multiple appendages and an eye or two. Never such luck.
For the past several years my wife and I have evacuated to the coast on these holidays so we Do. Not. Have. To. Listen to these fucking things. This year though we didn’t make reservations in time so had to suffer through. The dog was terrified, my PTSD was triggered after several years of having it under control, and both our sleep schedules were ruined.
Jerks.