July 4th, 2010

me blue hair

Oh beautiful for spacious skies and all that

Big surprise: I felt sick much of today. As a result, I didn't do a lot. There had been talk of a bike ride and/or a walk up by the Rose Garden, but I decided not to chance it.

Shannon and I picked up lunch at Top Dog, as wieners seemed traditional. We both had chicken apple sausage, though, rather than plain old hot dogs, so I guess we had a kinda yuppie 4th. We took our dogs (with chips and drinks) to the campus and found a very nice picnic table next to Strawberry Creek, where we sat and ate and talked among the redwood trees and frolicking squirrels. I'm a slow eater, so Shannon finished long before me, and so read me a chapter of Gene Wolfe's Soldier of Arete (which I haven't been liking very much), with which we are almost finished. Next, I guess we'll be reading another Louise Erdrich or another Harry Dresden or something. Whichever it is, I dare say I will probably spend less time scratching my head and asking, "WTF?"

In the evening, we did some housework, dealing with some uglinesses that have been wanting attention for ages. I'm really glad Shannon suggested doing this each week, because it makes me feel much more appreciated. After we'd finished our hour of work, we walked around the house and showed each other what we'd accomplished, which was nice.

The 4th of July always reminds me of my dad, as I spent summers with him in Wyoming when I was about 9-14 years old. He really loved fireworks, and on July 4th he would set them off in the street for hours. His dog, Belfrey, loved fireworks, too, and she would race in after he lit them and pick them up in her mouth and try to run away. Pretty much every year she burned her poor little doggy mouth. She particularly loved the ones I think were called "Japanese flowers," which spun around and around and around, very fast, very bright, very colorful, while making a zinging noise. They were just the right size to pick up in her mouth, I guess.

Anyway, we're not planning to go to any firework displays tonight. Looking outside, I see that the sky is very overcast (which is usually the case in the Bay Area on July 4), so we probably wouldn't be able to see much, anyway. I've never been a big fireworks fan. I grew up just a mile from Disneyland, so all us neighborhood kids would gather out in the cul-de-sac every night (usually in our pyjamas) to watch the Disneyland fireworks. (They always shot off *more* fireworks on July 4, but still the same kinds.) So I got about 3 months of nightly fireworks every year, and I think it made them considerably less special.

Tomorrow Shannon is choosing to take a day off work, but I'm not sure what his plans are. I have a very vague idea that I might go to Trader Joe's ... and/or go out for brunch ... and/or do some laundry.