Beginning of July for Two Adults
Fourth of July is getting really boring. I realize that it’s madamemama‘s favorite holiday (along with Thanksgiving), but maybe it’s because she gets a lot of change in scenery and activity.
My Fourths have all been about fireworks. I’ve seen small fireworks in various people’s yards, streets, and driveways, I’ve gone to city events where, amidst a massive crowd, we play with glow sticks, sparklers, and flags, and then sit and break our necks and our eardrums to watch fireworks.
For the last two years, Just’In and I have played it simple, but it’s still been centered around fireworks. We’ll climb the campus of Weber State (it’s built up the side of a mountain, with lots of stairs) and find a good vantage point in the dark. Last night, we ate burgers and onion rings and watched three different city displays: Farr West (yes, it’s a city), North Ogden (that’s a city too, not just the north part of Ogden), and Riverdale. We made cryptic comments about our love for fireworks and, as we often do, had good conversation while eating a meal that we were both starving for.
And we watched a cricket stare at us while standing in the middle of the sidewalk. I’m sure it wondered what in the world we were doing in his quiet world in the middle of the night. We were enjoying the little things about a holiday: the smell of sulphur to a dormant pyromaniac, the silence of a campus we don’t set foot on anymore, and the musings of two imaginations about possible conversations of a fireworks crew.
We also related memories of the holiday; it turns out I’m not the only one who’s sick of fireworks.