Fourth of July, 2014
Don't get me wrong. I love the 4th of July. I look forward to a cookout and the celebration.
We have just come off 48 hours of constant rain. Hurricane Arthur did not hit us - we had a cold front holding him offshore, but we sure did get the rain and wind. Last night was the cold front coming through, which probably did more damage than Arthur. But it has been horribly hot and humid.
I just don't get the fireworks right in the neighborhood. We are a family group. Some elderly, some handicapped, many children on the street - so a mixed bag and every single house on this street has a pet.
Across the street, behind Cliff, is a family that does an incredible show every year. Bruce and I would pour a glass of wine and sit in lawn chairs at the end of our driveway. Their theme seems to be classy. Yes, of course there is noise, but the purpose is not the noise, it is the beauty of the design.
Down the street is a family with three boys and a girl. Their idea is "LOUD". How their dog survives this is beyond me. They are an older couple, second marriage and just so thankful they have their beautiful family. But there is not a lot of supervision - both parents work and a lot of overtime. This is the guy who plowed out the end of the street after the blizzard so he and his wife could get to work for double time. They have a motor scooter that the oldest takes out, when the parents are not home-no helmut. I just pray he won't crash before his parents get home. Big 4th party every year, but the boys get out weeks ahead of time with the fireworks in the early afternoon, before the parents get home.
It was a beautiful sunset, finally. 8:15 pm sun finally came out, little showers but cool. I can't expect that they understand that Bruce goes to bed early and we finally can have windows open - it is the 4th of July after all. I know they stockpile all year for this and it will be a few hours, but nothing is pretty. It is all just loud.
I grew up in a family neighborhood - lots of kids and fathers who loved fireworks - LOL. But we lived on the beach. After dinner, everyone went to the beach. There were bon fires - allowed in those days and the parents had their own coolers - LOL. (Don't get crazy, this was the late 50s and 60s). The entire Milford beach was occupied. Everything was set off over the water and later the town did a Fireworks show off Charles Island, which can be seen from every beach in Milford. And yes, I know, most of our beaches were private. So this neighborhood, on the street stuff is still so difficult for me to understand. If anyone let something off during the week, in the neighborhood, there was "H" to pay when Dad got home.
So a couple more hours. Everyone here does stick to the 10pm curfew. I hope my Kira is Ok and then back to opening the windows and deck door and a beautiful weekend to come. Debbie
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