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Whee, the fourth of July. Did the usual family thing, in which everyone congregates at my grandparents', has lunch, and then putters around randomly for the next eight hours or so until it's dark enough to set off fireworks. Benefits of living on a big hunk of land outside the city limits. As an added bonus, they let me spend most of the intervening time up in the loft on the computer; the family has, in recent years, begun to understand that trying to keep everyone in the same area and interacting for very long is a bad idea. So now my uncle takes his two boys and his little girl outside to the pool, the older women watch Lethal Weapon, my grandfather does his crossword puzzles, and I get online.
They got a really impressive array of fireworks this year. Usually it's mostly just bottle rockets and a couple of Roman candles, but this year there was much indulgence and plenty of things that went boom. I got to wield the lighter - one of those little gun-shaped ones, like a miniature flamethrower. Go me.
My uncle somehow contrived to set off a string of firecrackers in his hand, and when he dropped them, they went right under my feet. My grandfather swears I teleported. And my family wonders why I wear jeans and boots on the 4th.
Thankfully, this year Patrick refrained from trying to create his own fireworks. He did that last year, by way of cutting apart several different kinds and fusing them all together with tape and a couple bottle rockets thrown in. Fortunately, it didn't explode, just filled the back yard with smoke.
In summary, a good time was had by all.
They got a really impressive array of fireworks this year. Usually it's mostly just bottle rockets and a couple of Roman candles, but this year there was much indulgence and plenty of things that went boom. I got to wield the lighter - one of those little gun-shaped ones, like a miniature flamethrower. Go me.
My uncle somehow contrived to set off a string of firecrackers in his hand, and when he dropped them, they went right under my feet. My grandfather swears I teleported. And my family wonders why I wear jeans and boots on the 4th.
Thankfully, this year Patrick refrained from trying to create his own fireworks. He did that last year, by way of cutting apart several different kinds and fusing them all together with tape and a couple bottle rockets thrown in. Fortunately, it didn't explode, just filled the back yard with smoke.
In summary, a good time was had by all.
