Woke up pleasantly late this morning and went to a pancake breakfast benefiting the SLYC junior sailing program. Walked around chatting as the Fourth of July regatta got underway. Found a nice breezy spot in the shade and watched the boats go 'round for about an hour. Wife left for a few hours of work, daughters left to a friends house with a pool. I elected to remain in the shady, breezy spot watching the boats go 'round.
Grilled two porterhouse steaks and was joined by my wonderful wife. After retrieving the children, I watered the shrubbery, and by the urging of my friend Blondie, read aloud and commented on the Declaration of Independence.
Now, awaiting darkness, I sit on the porch swing as families file past towards the waterfront, hurrying to claim their spot for the firework show. We will head down about five minutes before blastoff, get a crick in our necks as the show explodes over the harbor, walk the three blocks to home, and crawl into bed, protected by the hum of the air conditioner, as the tourists wait loudly in line to leave town and drive home.
Life is good.