Fireworks go boom.

Hard to get the kids to bed when everyone and their neighbours are firing the bright and crispies off at all hours of the evening and well up to eleven pm, or later. Had to go around and shut all of the windows to limit the sound intensity inside the kids bedrooms. Not that we don’t love fireworks, because we do. But the town does it up really well, for free, and puts on a hell of a show, with professional “Big Kid” explosives, so why,? oh why? Do people play around with so many of the dinky dink ones themselves. Glad we haven’t replaced out pet dog yet, as I’m sure adding another fireworks hating dog into the mix would have made the last few nights intolerable.

Such as it is, the big flash event is tonight. I do hope the food trucks make an extended presence so that I can nibble while I watch in awe this evening.

Anywho. It’s monday, so I should do some laundry and grocery shopping, or find something to do this holiday Monday. Can always pull weeds/rocks at the farm if I want to kill an hour or three.