Run For Cover

It's my least favorite holiday. July 4th. I have never been thrilled about things on fire being shot into the atmosphere. Had too many near misses in the past. Since we live in the country I can never go to any yard parties. I must stay home with hoses and buckets of water and a trusty shovel just in case. If the neighbors set our big old cottonwood trees on fire we could lose everything. I have spent the evening reading "The Shipping News". It's hard to read when it sound like a war zone all around me. I went for a short while to the fire house for the picnic there. I knew nobody and even though I tried to make small talk, the women there and I were clearly from different worlds. They looked at me but did not speak. I felt like I was in Dog Patch. I made friends with a young guy who also looked out of place. He came with his room mate. He had a sad story to tell and I very quickly wanted to be his mom. We exchanged phone numbers and Joe will try to find him work. He is new here and very alone. Monday his girlfriend and new baby will arrive. He has yet to meet his baby girl. I have given up checking on Joes poor ducks who are running crazy all over the back yard. There is no escape from the fireworks coming at us from all directions. We are rated in extreem fire danger right now and why in the world they allow people to sell fireworks is a mystery. It is illegal to shoot them but not to buy or sell them. Go figure. I could call the sherriff but it would make no difference. They are busy beyond what they can handle anyhow. My husband is a fireman. If a fire starts here I will be doing the lone bucket brigade. My husband is putting out fires elsewhere. lol. Think I'll have a beer. Have a happy guys!