Yup, that is what it is.
Dogs sedated, walked early, shades drawn, television loud. Welcome to fireworks in my world.
Evidently we aren’t worth the actual Fourth of July fireworks, as the bigger shore towns that are oceanfront evidently have dibs on that honor.Well, I can be honest with you, right?
Even before Kasia and Zush came into my life, I could make do with fireworks, say, every ten years.They don’t rock my world.Don’t get me wrong.Yes, they are brilliant and spectacular.One of my earliest memories is being with my family at local fireworks and sitting on the ground with my fingers in my ears.I was never a big fan of noise.
Yet, in the line of ” Man plans, and God laughs.”, here I am trying to make enough white noise so the dogs won’t here the bang of these fireworks. Jim and his Mom are at our friends’ house by the bay to see the sunset and fireworks, and hopefully they’ll enjoy themselves.
The girls and I? Hopefully we’ll be sound asleep.