Yesterday my neighbor asked me not to move out soon. I was at first taken back… Move? How could we move? We just bought our place and moved in! Shit we just spent the day off putting up curtains! But quickly I could see it was a lovely sweet little comment about enjoying our company (past crazy neighbor didn’t speak to her) and her hope that we wouldn’t feel out of place with the community or with the neighbors*.
Basically, the neighbors a few houses down spent the afternoon setting off fireworks (as well as the past week). We had been talking about various things, including her skilled counted cross-stitch pieces that I was inadvertently recruited to measure for a frame, and we had to contastly pause between booms. I am all for fireworks but please explain to me the point in setting them off during the day. You can’t even see them clearly. It really was maddening. I love me some naps but there was no way that was happening on my day off. So I would roll my eyes with every bang and boom and go about doing things around the house.
Thankfully, they didn’t blast through their whole supply during the afternoon since they did manage to put on quite a show for the neighborhood once the sun went down. In fact, its seems everyone, everywhere was setting off fireworks as there were booms and flashes that could be seen all over from the front were Price and I sat while swatting off beastly ants. There was lighting storm off in the distance so that put on a nice show as well. It was amazing to see fireworks being set 150′ away, hearing deafening booms, & large colorful explosions over our heads. Major safety and fire hazard, but that’s part of the reason we sat outside with my phone at the ready.
It was not the Fourth of July that we were used to but it was just as great with some massive donuts, grilled lunch, and cold showers to cool off at night. And best off was that we didn’t need to travel into Boston for a great fireworks display.
How did you celebrate Independence Day?*Price and I moved into a tiny city that is largely Hispanic. In fact 62.1% of folks answered “Persons of Hispanic or Latino origin” on the 2010 Census. In comparison, the MA return for the same question is 9.6% and the previous town we lived in was at 4.1%. None of that matters to us, but it just means that we are densely packed together and there is a pretty consistent stream of Spanish music blasting from a neighboring house or yard on the weekends. I think I have heard every Shakira song, twice.
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