The aftermath of “boom
boom” day… My cats are a little nervous walking around the house. We abandoned
them to endure the neighborhood fireworks by themselves. We walked in the door
last night and Brewster took off to the back of the house and hid behind a
couch, peeking around the corner only when he mustered his pint size courage.
Poor kitty. All I can say is at least we don’t live in Washington. In Portland
any fireworks that don’t stay on the ground are illegal. Just over the river
though…they are definitely not. It sounded like a war zone last night in Andrew’s
brother’s little cul-de-sac. When there was a lul in the activity of ours and
things got quite for a few minutes in front of us, you could hear action 360
degrees around us. I turned and asked Wubs at one point if the 4th
was his favorite holiday. “It’s one of them. That and Christmas.” I told you
this country runs in his veins.
On the drive to
his brother’s house this version of the National Anthem was on repeat. Every
time the song would start over he’d look at me and grin:
Then we arrived
and He and his brother immediately took off to purchase fire-works. We had
agreed not to buy anything this year and we didn’t but we didn’t need too. Man
O man does this neighborhood come together for an awesome show. This was what
the car load looked like when his brother got back:
And this is a pic of the full bounty just one neighbor and
brother had gotten:
I tried to get some of the display on video but think I was off
center a bit…but you still get the idea.
So was that fun
or what? Not bad for one friendly neighborhood. It would have been fun flying
over Vancouver Washington yesterday. Pretty pretty. I have a thing for stuff
that sparkles J
Then everyone
rallied together for the clean up. The cul-de-sac looked like ground zero. This was our trailer when everything was
done and it couldn’t fit all the trash in it:
There was still a
big pile in the center of the street. What a mess but it was sure fun making
it. I’ve never been directly under fireworks like that before. My face had a
layer of grime and as everything was going off and falling you could feel debris
hitting you…your foot, your arm, your head, your back…I was picking stuff out
of my hair on the drive home. Everyone claimed the night was a success because no
one got hurt. I can definitely see why!
And I of course have to share this little one:
She’s our nephew’s pup and oh so adorable:
She was lumping her way through the chairs and tables all
day begging for hand-outs and looking oh so patriotic:
I was eating something when all of a sudden this face was shoved
in the side of my chair:
She is very compelling. I seriously love that face.
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