Does there have to be fireworks?

I am truly sorry if you are a fireworks fan, but really. Fireworks are loud, dangerous and not particularly safe for the environment – not in the mining of the minerals, the making of them and certainly not the lighting of exploding things in an area under fire watch.  And, as I remember, personal fireworks aren’t even legal in California. Obviously, the police, fire, and ambulance personnel have more than enough work secondary to the idiots injuring themselves and others while setting fires to not have time to drive around issuing citations.

The noise didn’t stop till well after 0200 (obviously I was awake in spite of being exhausted) and some fool started up before 0700 this morning. The back ground snap, crackly, and boom has been pretty consistent over the day.

We had a late lunch with the youngest two and may see Daughter #2 and our SIL this evening. The weather here has been otherwise lovely with a nice breeze.  I managed to fix my errors made about 0300 this morning on the current Mushroom girl and finished Part 1 of Smaug (Tempting Tangles SAL).

I would say that I am headed early to bed, but what really is the point with fireworks till late?

And no, I don’t think fireworks have anything to do with patriotism. I will stack my 33 years of military service against someone’s pile of fireworks and let you be the judge. Actions please, not noise and destruction.

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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One Response to Does there have to be fireworks?

  1. Cat says:

    I loathe fireworks. They are not allowed here either but people still get hold of them on “special occasions”. Earlier this year the wedding celebrations in the next street nearly set the garden next door alight and pieces kept landing on the carport roof here. They also seemed to set all the dogs in the local streets barking. I also fail to see why people want to burn money!

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