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Separating
Jul. 4th, 2021 08:42 amI have a real hard time separating red/white/blue and country music glory to America and flag waving from the skin heads and gun rights advocates and all those who stormed the capital last January. Plus, I'm not a holiday kind o' girl so the 4th of July is, to me, is just one day before the 5th when I've got a year before I have to listen to this shit again.
The Pride flags and music and shenanigans were so much more fun.
When the Mariners hit a home run they shoot off fireworks at the stadium which usually I can hear. Last night's game was rather a fiasco. I wasn't even paying attention really and had the sound muted. Every time I heard a firecracker I looked up in hopes it was a home run. It wasn't. Stupid 4th of July.
Biggie let me trim a couple of his nails this morning. He wasn't thrilled but he was happy for the treats.
I opened a drawer in the kitchen just now and saw a bread bag and immediately thought Bird Shroud. Fortunately, I haven't needed such a thing so far this morning. But, he's out there trying. Since he needs to be near the wall to get the birds, he's ignoring his tree. The Biggie daily photo may well end up being a six month project instead of a year. Sigh.
I graduated from collage 50 years ago. Yesterday I got a nicely crafted 3 page letter outlining all the festivities and details about the reunion. Where to stay, where to eat, events planned/suggested for the weekend. The committee of 6 who put it all together were people I actually remembered. I thought it was a bit late to be 1) hearing about this now and 2) holding a reunion - aren't those usually done during the June graduation weekend? I read the thing all the way through two times because I missed when it was. Turns out, they neglected to mention that little detail. Oh well. I hope they have a fab time. Old people party.
Today's plans are baseball game, knitting and hopefully no bird burials.
The Pride flags and music and shenanigans were so much more fun.
When the Mariners hit a home run they shoot off fireworks at the stadium which usually I can hear. Last night's game was rather a fiasco. I wasn't even paying attention really and had the sound muted. Every time I heard a firecracker I looked up in hopes it was a home run. It wasn't. Stupid 4th of July.
Biggie let me trim a couple of his nails this morning. He wasn't thrilled but he was happy for the treats.
I opened a drawer in the kitchen just now and saw a bread bag and immediately thought Bird Shroud. Fortunately, I haven't needed such a thing so far this morning. But, he's out there trying. Since he needs to be near the wall to get the birds, he's ignoring his tree. The Biggie daily photo may well end up being a six month project instead of a year. Sigh.
I graduated from collage 50 years ago. Yesterday I got a nicely crafted 3 page letter outlining all the festivities and details about the reunion. Where to stay, where to eat, events planned/suggested for the weekend. The committee of 6 who put it all together were people I actually remembered. I thought it was a bit late to be 1) hearing about this now and 2) holding a reunion - aren't those usually done during the June graduation weekend? I read the thing all the way through two times because I missed when it was. Turns out, they neglected to mention that little detail. Oh well. I hope they have a fab time. Old people party.
Today's plans are baseball game, knitting and hopefully no bird burials.
