How do we feel about fireworks in the MMP?

Garbage and recycling have been dispatched. Groceries have been procured and put away. When I got home, FCD was riding John Deere around the back yard, so I pulled out the push mower and did the areas that John can’t reach. Then I sprayed the grasses and weeds that are coming up thru the gravel - hope they die fast!!!

Supper tonight will be pulled poke sammiches and air-fried fries and salad. I don’t know if I can manage any more productivity, but I’d like to get the second preggo dress cut out. We shall see how that goes.

Oh, and I think I’ll wash the truck. It’s supposed to be white. It’s not very white at the moment. So after lunch, I’ll get in shorts and a T and attack the pickup.

We were still getting hit with Prime Day stuff, and they were short unloaders, so they pulled a bunch of the package car loaders. That went well. :grimacing: but it just meant more hours for me.

How do I feel about fireworks?
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Welcome back!

Hope the oven cooks, VanGo.

Not a fan. Every 4th of July horses die because fireworks spooked them through a fence, onto a busy road, into a ditch, etc. One of my horses doesn’t care about thunder and lightning but fireworks turn her bowels to water and her mind to white panic. The other one isn’t as bad but is a follower so if the Queen is scared, she is too.

My present dogs are not as affected.

Put me in the ‘over it’ camp. Used to like them, but every year we have wildfires hereabouts and some of them are started by feckin idjits. I also don’t appreciate having the small furries terrorized.
We have a burn ban in effect here in central Orygun, and the locals tend to take that sort of thing seriously, mostly. We’ll be here for the fourth. It’ll be easier on Gibbs. Of course, Vinnie is mostly deaf now, so he won’t pay any attention anyway.

We’re supposedly headed for 112f today and tomorrow. I’m over that too.

Happy Moonday for those who celebrate that. Without fireworks.

Oven arrived, old one hauled away. They charged $30 to take it away, which I think is perfectly reasonable, it would have cost me 20 to take it to the dump, and this way I didn’t have to move it at all. Slight hiccup on the gas line, came with the wrong connector to the wall, but got that sorted and now it sparks right up, Checked all my gas plumbing with soapy water, so no earth shattering ka-boom. I’m happy. I’ll need to remember to grab some shims from the shop tomorrow. My elderly house isn’t quite level, so the oven isn’t either.

Now I gotta decide on something to cook on it.

It’s friggin ridiculous where I live, in parched, sun-baked northern CA. “Safe-and-sane” fireworks are sold all over the place the week prior to July 4. Of course many “illegal” ones are also sold. People start lighting it up days prior.

We get such mixed messages about this: Firefighters: “Please do not do any mowing or clearing of weeds right now because the danger of wild fires is so great - this has the potential to be the WORST FIRE SEASON EVER!!” and then “Please buy fireworks from the temporary stand in the parking lot of your local grocery store because this is Johnny’s most profitable little league fundraiser of the year!!”. I wish it would just be decided that this area is like kindling this time of year and just ban ALL fireworks sales. Some nearby counties have done this - the reward for letting people light up is just not worth the risk.

The truck is washed - on the outside, anyway. There’s a dead bird on the front porch - I’ve heard a couple smash into our bow window. Poor birdie. :cry: And a big-ass fly bit me just below the right knee. It hurts. The fly is dead. Justice served.

Got the estimate for the truck. $800 and something, unless they have to blend paint. Insurance will cover it, so I don’t care. I have to handle getting a rental for the 3-4 days to fix it.
My neighbor went with me and as I thought, he took me through the back roads. He took me to the wrong place, the body shop is a few miles from the dealership, so a short hop on 70 and we were there.
The trip back wasn’t quite as nice as I got behind somebody who doesn’t understand that when driving up the mountain you need to step on the gas. So, the trip home was 60+mph down the mountains and 35-40 going up. The scenery was nice though.

I talked to the breeder this afternoon. She agrees with me that Echo is grown and now she is taking her protective instincts seriously. I think I’ll still get her thyroid tested as she eats twice what Ripple eats and is still very, very lean.

The neighbor on the other side of me got somebody out to trim the shared shrubbery, so if she paid for that, then I will pay for the tree clean up on her side.

I have some documents to sign for the refinance, but they are still messing up the escrow amount. I need to talk to them. I’ve been assured that the escrow amount will be correct at closing, but I think they need to correct it now.
Why is everybody so incompetent?

Then I need to order groceries to pick up tomorrow. It’ll be a small order.

I love fireworks displays - I do not like fireworks set off at home. I have memories of when our neighbors would set them off and our kids (then babies) would be awake throughout the night because of the racket.

It is oscillating (thesaurus word - ha) between periods of waterfall-like rain and sun. It’s delightful. I just set my petunias outside because I realized they’d been sitting on the porch, out of reach of the water, so when it got a little lighter, I figured I would throw them out there for a decent dousing.

Anywho, the countdown to vacation begins. We’ll be going to South Carolina by way of Chattanooga soon. I cannot wait. I haven’t had an actual vacation since a year ago December.

I hate fireworks. I really hate the 4th of July. My horse Bob was terrified of firecrackers, etc. I would sedate him nightly for a week before the 4th. The 4th is also when I found out my (ex) husband was having an affair. Truthfully I have PTSD around the 4th.

Laundry room: Day 3

All we wanted to do was put up a shade in the window…

Due to tight quarters, SWMBO decreed that the washer and dryer be moved. Pain in the neck. As long as I had the dryer in the kitchen, I installed wheels on it… but not casters. The hardware store didn’t have casters. Mrs. L.A. had to clean mould off of the window sill that had been covered by styrofoam insulating squares. Then she had to paint. After the two of us working in the laundry room all day, we put off the shade until Sunday. Mrs. L.A. still had some painting to do. She decided to paint behind the washer. Then we had to wait for the paint to dry. Finally I was able to put the shade up sometime after noon, and move the appliances back.

This morning we did a couple of loads of washing. One of the washer hoses was leaking and doused the floor. I made sure everything was tight and not leaking Buuuuut… SWMBO said we had to pull the washer out so the carpeted floor would dry. I just took the dryer out onto the catio because I didn’t feel like climbing around it in the kitchen. The washer has no wheels, so I had to use the hand truck and strap to pull it out. Pain in the neck. Mrs. L.A. tried using her Bissell Crosswave to try the rug, but a strand wrapped itself around the roller. She deemed the carpet not worthy of being dried with her Bissell. So we have a fan plowing on the wet area.

This is why one does not start new projects.
It never ends.
Never.

So the answer to what to cook on/in the new oven has been decided. I went with chicken cordon bleu. Half a chickie tittie, pounded out (the chickies seem to be coming in d-cups lately) some prosciutto and some chez. Sear on the stove top, then finish in the oven.

flyboy You have my sympathies for having laundry atop carpet. Sounds almost as bad as the carpeted bathroom I once saw. Southern Cali, if anyone wasn’t surprised.

I live in a forested mountain community. Because of forest fires, fire works will get your ass in a bit of trouble. There used to be a big display over a lake, but they stopped it because the traffic got so ridiculous that EMS couldn’t respond to anything. And of course fire danger.

I’m meh. I sure wouldn’t go to deliberately see a fireworks display.

Welcome back wheelie!

Glad the oven is installed VanGo.

It sounds like you took on the never ending project flyboy.

I like professionally done fireworks and can actually see most of the municipal ones from my patio. Nelson, on the other hand, gets spooked. He can deal with the airshow flying overhead for one weekend a year and even quit piddling on the floor during thunder storms once he was no longer a puppy, but he takes a lot of comforting when it’s fireworks season. If there were somewhere I could take him to escape them, I would, but even the campgrounds up in the mountains tend to feature them during the summer.

Irked over some, came home, walked the dog, ate supper and am fixing to do KP. Then it shall be sloth.

Stay safe and healthy y’all!

Up from naptime. Having a Vieux Carré and watching the Stanley Cup Final. #GoHabsGo

Gordie isn’t bothered by fireworks. Which is good, since the neighbors celebrate The Fourth of July with fireworks. And Memorial Day. And Thanksgiving. And the Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe. And National Citrus Day.

Flyboy, at this point I’d nail the laundry room door shut, and go to a laundromat.

Evening all. Spent the afternoon watching soccer and airline disasters on the television, then went to Burger King, who told me I would have to wait for their system to reboot. Waited 4-5 minutes and then went to Sonic, where I also got a chocolate shake with the burger and fries, all of which have been assimilated. Still about 85F outside, about a 90% chance of rain tomorrow so maybe that will cool us down some.

Thinking about a short July vacation, flying up to Boston and then taking Amtrak all the way to Miami/Ft, Lauderdale. Still divided about spending time in Florida, but never been to the Everglades or Key West (Butters, y’all still there?), so thinking about it. Take about 5-7 days and is within the budget, so now need to get to the booking part.

VanGo, glad your new appliance is working well…for now. Sooner or later you’ll be having flyboy’s problems. It an appliance conspiracy, I tell ya…

Ufredia, wetone, never considered how horses would react to fireworks; hope they manage(d) OK.

talky, enjoy your vacation. Chattanooga is a pretty nice town, if you have time they have a great Aquarium.

Sari, ain’t insurance wonderful? And yeah, probably good to get Echo tested.

FCM, no fly bites, but I killed a centipede in my bathtub (no idea how he got there).

Wheelie!!. Glad to see you around. Take you time, but don;t forget us MMP’ers are here.

OK, need to be readin’ and internettin’, so everyone take care.

I am home. Frick, it’s hot here in Hades. My apartment was 85º when I got home. I’m running fans and took a cool bath. I’ll probably take another one before bedtime. My Uber driver on the way home from the train station was from Saudi Arabia. I learned lots of interesting things about how Saudis survive the heat.

The dermatologist appointment went OK. Since it was just an appointment to become an established patient, I thought it’d be quick and easy. Instead I got the phrase I’ve heard too often and hate the most: “You’re a very unusual case.” Hmph. They upped one of my meds and told me if I get hives again to come in immediately so they can do a biopsy. Um, sure. Why do docs say things like that when they’re booked until the nest millennium?

The train home was fine except for the woman just ahead of me who called everyone she knew to report loudly, “It’s 111! The tracks are so hot, they’re bending! Hello? Hello? Are you there?” I don’t think it was a dead zone. I think people just hung up on her.

Really, I met a lot of kind and interesting people.

flyboy, I think we should call you Slim Shady for now.

National Citrus Day should entail people throwing grapefruit at each other. Or maybe hand grenades.

*woosh*

Dinner: Barramundi and asparagus grilled on the barbie.