My townhome is in a small cul de sac. We have no strange traffic (except for the occasional person who mistakenly believes he’s found a short cut). We have two HUGE redeeming features. One is that the cut through to the jogging path to the nearby park is in the cul de sac, and the second is that the people who live on our little circle are the nicest in the world. We all know one another, we take care of each other, we don’t bug each other. We recognize each others’ cars, dogs, and grandchildren. We all keep an eye out for anything that doesn’t feel quite right.
We decided to have an old fashioned 4th of July cookout tonight — and so we did. Everyone brought food, and several folks brought legal fireworks. We ate until dark (did have to move the food table under the porch overhangs when it poured on us), and then lit the fireworks. I brought Chase and Inca out to watch the display — they are so unconcerned with the flashes and the bangs. They had a great time meeting the few people they didn’t already know and vacuuming up food crumbs.
It rained just hard enough to get us wet, and just long enough that we moved all the food. Other parts of New Mexico had flood warnings and high winds. Our rain was perfect for cooling it off a little.
Happy Birthday America — it’s a great excuse for a party! To make it perfect, Chase and Inca shared a big slab of watermelon.