Please excuse me while I make a brief but whiny blog entry. It is July 4th. This is what our weather is doing:
The darkness is not my poor photography. It is storming. It has two hours to stop so that I can go enjoy some fireworks. Or else!
We went to see some fireworks last night, but left when it started storming. Evidently, it stopped storming 5 minutes later and the show went on-- without us. I've got 2 kids who want fireworks, and here it is storming again. We're going, come hell or high water, and we're staying until either A) we see fireworks, or B) There is zero chance of any fireworks happening under any circumstances.
If that weren't enough, my back went out. It rarely happens to me, but today it has been so bad that it has been almost impossible to think of anything else. The entire day has been spent attempting to alleviate the pain. I am now ignoring it, denying it, and willing it to go away.
My heart goes out to people who have chronic back pain and have to live with this crap every day.
I'm going to feel like a giant sissy Mary when I read this next week and see how I'm whining like a child because I might not get to see fireworks.
Several hours later:
We saw fireworks! There was a light rain, and for a minute we watched from the car. I didn't like it. Felt like watching on TV.
So we got out. And it was amazing. The boom, the smell of sulfur, the eerie surreal scene, and of course the sparkling puffs of light, the stars of the show. At one point there was a giant firework with a big bolt of lightning through it! The air was heavy and dark, the festivities soaked and dripping. It was really cool.
No pictures, because of the whole rain thing. Pictures don't do fireworks justice anyway.
I haz a happy now!