I just saw the fireworks over Lake Union in Seattle. They were awesome! They made saturn shapes, stars in circles, and happy faces. The best I’ve ever seen.
Slept, went to a friend’s house for barbeque, beer, and other recreationals, went home, played ‘Vampire: The Masquerade - Redemption’ for a few hours (ridiculous name, but decent enough game), slept, came to work.
Baked snickerdoodles from scratch with my best friend. Yummy!
Baked Brownies, Yum again!
Went to a stationary store.
Went to a crafts fair with best friend
I got a ribbon halo, a wand with a butterfly, pretty asian stationary, ideas for christmas gifts, a rhinestone dog tag and a best friends toe ring.
We watched a fireworks show too, it was pretty.
Kitty
Fixed Tygr’s famous Big Breakfast - bacon (un-burnt this time!), scrambled eggs with cracked pepper and creole seasoning, biscuits, grits.
Caught Tomb Raider, starring the padding in Angelina Jolie’s bra.
Ate dinner at Sonics (a snack, really - Frito/chili/cheese pie!)
While at the drive-thru, the torrent started - near continuous lightning, strong wind, driving rain. Decided that fireworks would most likely get called off, so went home, unplugged the major electronics and let Mrs. Tygr beat me at Scrabble.
Might go see rescheduled fireworks tonight if we don’t get another T-storm.
I woke up on the 4th with sniffles, a sore throat, and a desire to stay in bed. Hubby went to the marina to work on the boat and I dragged myself there to meet him for lunch. Afterwards, I went back home to surf on line a while, then crash on the couch in front of the SciFi channel Twilight Zone marathon. I wasn’t interested in seeing fireworks, but neighborhood firecrackers kept me up past midnight… and I had to get up at 5 this morning to drag my sorry carcass into the office… I shoulda stayed in bed… <sighyawnsigh>
I was supposed to go to work at 4:00 until 9:00. 3:30 came around and my father told me I should call the store to make sure we’re open on the holiday. “Why wouldn’t we be?” I asked. “My boss didn’t say we were closed.” But Dad insisted, so I called the store. Nobody was there. I tried to call my boss at home, but there was no answer. I tried paging him, but he was out of service. I contemplated driving to work and putting in my hours anyway just for the money, but my parents told me I should assume we were closed for the holidays.
I wanted to stay home for the evening. I’ve never been a fan of fireworks. I simply haven’t the attention span to sit and watch ‘boom’… pretty colors… ‘boom’… pretty colors… for more than about a minute and a half. I would have been quite content to sit at home, listening to alt.country CDs on my parents’ stereo, playing spades on the computer and chatting with the S.O. whose existence my parents refuse to acknowledge – and avoiding the rainstorm I could smell in the air and see on the horizon.
But no.
“Come with us!” begged my foster siblings, clinging to my legs like ballast.
“If I have to suffer through this, so do you,” said my father darkly, donning his baseball cap.
“I’m tired of you being so antisocial! All you do is sit on the computer!” kvetched my mother, unplugging the modem and handing me my sneakers. “Now get in the car.”
“It’s going to rain,” I told them. “I can see the clouds over across the river, and the wind is heading towards us. Those look like thunderheads, too. They’re probably going to cancel the fireworks.” I was told not to be such a gloomy gus. We got to the fairgrounds where the fireworks were being held. “We shouldn’t bother going into the harness track,” I told them. “There’s a lot of people here, and if we go in there we’ll never be able to get back out. We should park up here, closer to the exit.” I was told not to complain so much. “You’d better roll the windows back up,” I told them. “I can see the line of rain coming across the rest of the fairgrounds, and it’s gonna hit us in a couple seconds.” I was told not to pretend I was so smart.
Of course, what happened? The rain hit us. The lightning came, and a bolt struck the tin roof of the harness track’s grandstand. The pyrotechnic people were forced to forego their electrical system for setting off the fireworks, and if the rain hadn’t stopped when it had they would have cancelled it outright. But of course, I was still wrong.
During the interval between the end of the rain and the start of the show, I met up with some friends of mine, and we wandered around the fairgrounds for a while, until my friend’s boyfriend started calling me an ugly bitch and I got tired of his company. I ended up joining a group of people I’d never met before who looked interesting, and watched the fireworks while standing with them in a puddle of mud halfway between my parents’ van and their Jetta.
After the fireworks, we sat in the muddy field, watching the traffic for half an hour. Not to say “I told you so,” but I did.
So that was my 4th of July.
Worked.
I worked.
Of course my employers did close early, “in observance of Independence Day”.
10 pm instead of midnight.
“Ok. The parties are over. The cookouts are long finished. The fireworks are ending just about…now! Ok, you can all go home and celebrate July 4th.”
Thanks.
Spent a couple of hours digging out the last two of the big nasty shrubs some moron planted next to the driveway. They’re ugly and have long sharp thorns, what better place to plant them than rightr next to where I want to park my car? Idiots!
Went out in the back yard and interfered in the turf war between the morning glory and the English ivy by pulling the morning glory out of the plum tree and the hazelnut tree.
Went inside and washed off the dirt and the blood.
Went upstairs and did some cleaning up while Mrs. B. cleaned the upstairs bathroom. My Mother is coming out from Atlanta for a month and she’s going to sleep upstairs where it’s 110 (just right for her). Moved the two big bookcases in the upstairs hallway/room back into the back bedroom/computer room. Moved the little bookcase out of the back bedroom into the hallway. Sorted through the bits and pieces of PC stuff littering the hallway. Neatened everything up.
In the afternoon, BumbaDaughter and BumbaGranddaughter came over, (BumbaSon-in-Law was on duty at the fire department) and we BBQed pork loins, chicken breasts and potato slices on the Barby and boiled fresh sweet corn. Pigged out magnificently. Watermelon for dessert.
After dinner and a visit, kids went home.
Mrs. B. and I watched 3 hours of Junkyard Wars on TV, then hit the sack.
Not a bad day.