I’m the designated orange flag holder upper on the boat. I was goated into spotting – raising and lowering the flag to notify other boaters – for the knee and wake boarding kids on my friend’s boat. And even though it’s bumpy and pure chaos out here, in seeing all the action I’m tempted to strap on a pair of skis and show off my skills.
However much I’d love to kick off a ski and slalom my butt back and forth over the wake, I’ll keep my locks dry and my body from aching tomorrow. And possibly from getting a bloody nose.
It’s the wait until it gets dark time now. You know how the fourth is, especially when it’s summer; it takes forever for the sun to get its butt off the stage. And even when it does go down, it’s like, “I’ll still he-re.” It’s at this time that part of me wants abandon ship altogether. To skip the thousands of dollar light show, keep my hearing for another day and plop some comfy flannel pajamas onand go home.
But I can’t, and it’s go time. Two car loads and a golf cart take the eleven of us plus blankets and chairs to a nearby golf course. With a rolled down window you’d assume it’d produce a lovely smell of nature. Alas, no. Sulfur.
I’m jealous of Archie and his a pill and a half of doggie downers.
In all honesty, I do like this holiday. There’s a feeling I get, a nostalgic there’s no place like home feeling. It’s a slightly somber one wrapped up with lovely feeling.
The show should start shortly. A few pre-fireworks have begun and I’m a fan of Dave’s comment, “They light them off so we don’t have to.” Got my earplugs in and feeling good.
Happy 4th of July all! Love, Jaclynn
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