random thoughts – Day 1,935 – (Friday) – fireworks

It was another long day, which began at 3:30 am when I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep. At 4:00 I opened the 600-page book I’ve been reading in short spurts for months and hope to someday finish. It’s the second book in a five-book series and while the writing is good, four of these books are long.

Dressed for
July 4th.

There were holiday things to do and I dressed accordingly in blue linen cropped drawstring pants with white and silver flip flops and a gray tee shirt with flag patterned heart on the front. It’s my official Independence Day shirt, part of the very small special collection of tee shirts worn basically one day a year. This exclusive collection includes a Star Wars shirt for Star Wars day, and two Christmas options – one in tan with a reindeer head of snowflakes, and the other one in red with a silver studded reindeer.

There were some furniture sales that started today and two stores were on the way to a cookout I planned to attend that was an hour from home. It seemed like the perfect routing scenario down Route 2 with two stops. Unfortunately, I was so tired from the tragically brief nap of Thursday night and a week of mostly minimal sleep that I couldn’t imagine driving to the cookout and then back home.

Instead of a holiday cookout on a beautiful summer day, I stayed home with Netflix for company, first with The Royals, a British series starring Elizabeth Hurley about British royalty that keeps making me think of Dynasty and the other nighttime soaps of decades ago. I fell asleep during the next to last episode and was totally confused when I woke up and had no idea what was going on. It was easy enough to remedy with streaming and I went back to the earlier episode. After The Royals, it was the new season of Yellowjackets.

On the porch, 7-4-25.

When my bare feet got too chilly from the A/C I went and sat on the porch for a few minutes. When I got too warm, I went back inside. This is a common summertime activity. It was still, with barely enough breeze to move the sheer curtains that filter the bright sun. It's exciting to be moving in a month, but I'm going to miss the enclosed porch.

The neighborhood amateur fireworks racket started it's third night of activity a street away around 7:30. The time seemed dumb because it was still complete daylight out, but I guess someone felt the need to be first with an opening act until the official city fireworks began hours later. The back yard neighbor's tree is tall and wide enough to block the view of all the highest of the city fireworks. After the professional show ended, the home-based fireworks show began on the Centralville side of Beaver Brook. 

Kiki was scarce most of the day, which is her usual routine. She remained scarce during most of the three acts of pyrotechnics. She slunk downstairs during the third stage and dashed under the couch, where she has remained for the past half-hour. Poor Keeks.