Celebrated to perfection in my opinion, which meant right here. No parades, parks, crowds. Used to do all that and it was fun, but this was even better. I even got a couple hours in the studio before the family arrived for dinner on the deck.
Just watching the kids run through the sprinklers made me feel a little cooler. Then they posed for me in Grandpa's hat.
After everyone left and Ray went off to bed, I sat out on the deck and watched the sky turn from pink to purple, and a few fireworks through the trees. The neighborhood kids were whooping and setting off firecrackers, perfuming the air with that Fourth of July smell of gunpowder. The cat and I sat in the dark and saluted the end of another fine celebration.