On the road again.
Today I utilized the alarm clock. Sad that I had to turn it on during vacay, but my body is thanking me for the cooler morning temps after yesterday’s heat wave jog!
Anthony skipped out on me this morning, and my iPod broke. Which meant long, quiet, and solitary. In a peaceful sort of way.
Lucky that the grass is still green after last night. Yesterday it rained for about 78 seconds around 3 pm, which we took as a sign from God that Winchester, Tennessee, was actually not too dry for fireworks after all. So we bought some. And by “some,” I mean a monster-load.
If you didn’t know, Anthony is Australian. This is his second experience with at-home explosives, so he was really excited.
Personally, I was most jazzed about the smoke bombs, parachute men, and sparklers.
Then we lit ’em up. I also learned that fireworks are extremely difficult to photograph.
My family has a strange tradition of smoking cigars every Independence Day. It’s definitely a great way to boost your marathon times, too! 😉
And if a little tobacco doesn’t help the old lungs, some chargrilled burgers sure will. My dad (aka “popsicle”) got the fire going.
Fireworks, open roads, burgers, cigars…what’s missing from the almost-perfect picture?
THE CUTEST NIECE EVER. (On a tractor, of course)