Tightly Wound

Better Now

So I don't know about you, but I had a great Fourth of July weekend. Not that we did anything spectacular, but there was lots o' fun involving:

• The tiny hometown parade, where we stand and sweat in front of the local VFD and watch the high school marching band, some guy with bagpipes, a couple of goats, bicycles, scooters, some teenagers channeling their inner 2Fast 2Furious Vin Diesels via their cars, the sheriff, Bob Etheridge, and every emergency vehicle we have pass by.


• Dinner out and shopping, where we ran into this guy pushing his chickens around the Best Buy in a shopping cart. I love North Carolina. No, seriously.


• Fireworks! Yay! The dog was reduced to a glob of quivering protoplasm and The Boy feared that the tendrils of light might "get him," but otherwise it was fun.


• Meeting a real, live blogger! Wow, they really do exist--it was a short visit over omelettes, due to the presence of The Boy, but a good time was had by all. (Unless he's emailed you and told you differently in which case, yeah? Well we didn't like him, either! So there!)


• The ubiquitous Fourth of July grilled hot dogs.


• Chillin' in the inflatable whale pool, complete with water spout, and attempting to show The Boy how to blow bubbles and put his face in the water. This worked out about as well as you'd expect.


• Watching baseball. Who was playing? Does it matter? It's the Fourth of July, and it's baseball! You just watch and bask in the air conditioning while eating. American Zen, that's what it is.

I am rested and well-pleased with life in general. Don't worry, it won't last long.