The 4th of July!
The actual day of the holiday we did nothing. Well, except rest. I grilled too, but I basically do almost every day. Tended the garden a bit too. Our squash plant is as big as a tree. There’s something unnatural about the damn thing. I’ll, take a picture one of these days.
Day off. Slept late. To a friend’s for a cookout. Home late. Youngest daughter fell off her bike and her whole face is scraped. Her nose and lips are bright red so she looks like a 40-year drunk.
Fireworks by the Bay tonight. Grilling. My youngest daughter blew a raspberry right in my face. Summer.
I walked with my family and extended family across the Brooklyn Bridge today. It wasn’t as terrible as that sounds either. Granted, there will a million other people with the same idea, but it was a nice day. Good pictures and all. Got to see the new PATH station at the new One World Trade Center. It was very new and cool, and sci-fi cool looking. But traveling with strollers and kids after a day of walking was not so cool.
I’m old and tired from such things.
Writing = nope.
It will be Spring soon (is that supposed to be capitalized? Seems like it should.) But today it’s cold. It’s Saturday. No writing. A family day. No pondering. Heavy drinking in the evening. Family in town.