For the first time in ages, I'm not going to be watching the guys and Brigid set off a few fountains in the driveway to celebrate. I'm missing it a little - I'm missing the Monkey a lot, but I suppose she has to live her own life. If she has to. I guess.
Part of the decision not to do fireworks this year has to do with Brigid not being here - we can't blame our latent pyromania on her anymore. But I'm also starting to feel uncomfortable about the whole concept - spending money on something that lasts for 5 minutes at best on sparkly noisy nothing. The fact that it took me 49 years to grow up that much is a little frightening, but still...
I also have been dealing with Daisy's semi-nervous breakdowns nightly this week - I live in a part of town where idiots start loud aerial fireworks on the first of July and don't stop until the 7th (I hope they stop by then...) I've been spoiled by Moose, who has always been relatively calm about fireworks - Daisy, on the other hand, has been shaking and rotating enough to start her own little gravitational field.
So instead, we're just getting together and watching a little silly television with friends - I'm still grateful for my country, just a little more quietly grateful.
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