There Ain’t No More

Well it is 1 AM and the bang and spizzle of fireworks is still going on. What an end to July Fourth! Fancy displays around my house started just before 10 this evening and even now there is a popping of more in the distance. I don’t believe I could have had a better fireworks display in such comfort if I had spent the evening in Columbia Park where Toyota advertised the biggest and bestest show ever. I laid out there in my sleeping bag one year just to get that perspective. I didn't feel like doing that again and it didn’t take any effort to decide against walking up Badger mountain to watch a community display like I did one year. I’m happy with the energy I spent working in the back yard.
A scorcher was forecast for today and it did come up close to the hundred mark on my shop thermometer so officially it was probably higher. I was out early raking and cleaning. Went to work with the weedeater about eight of the clock. I wear out fast so I only worked an hour or so at a time and did I sweat! No glowing for this old lady. Water poured off every inch. I worked and I drank and I rested. I was in and out a lot. What a productive day!
Turned on the water after dark so everything will get a drink overnight. It is interesting to see how far north the sun sets – way out of range of my west window this past week. I will always remember the summer solstice I spent in the arctic circle. What an energy boost that day was. We built bonfires and danced all night. And didn't need any sleep the next day either.
Maybe it was the sunshine that gave me energy today. Suppose the morning oatmeal kept my energy flowing – cinnamon, bran, raisins and all. Apricots were a constant snack. Didn’t want to take time for freezing – too much other heavy work to do. Did make a hamburger – nuked it - for dinner and drank a lot of milk. All those good vitamins and such. I actually laid out in the sun just before noon so maybe I’ll show a little tan soon.
I stepped outside just now to watch more local fireworks and that brought out a glow this time – no heavy sweat. Those loud buggers sure leave a stink in the air. I mean there were a lot of rockets shot off just down the street and off beyond the apartments, too, all within my view above the trees. Will hit the shower and toddle off to bed. And when I wake up it will be Sunday and I can watch Osgood and even Stephenofelous. Someday I will learn how to spell George’s name but you know who I mean.
Naomi Sherer