Summer Most Heat Moon
Turns out old fireworks, kept dry, work just fine. We sent up fountains and pyramids and sparklers and butterflies. It was a magnesium fueled fun fest made safe by the wettest June ever.
Ruth had a couple of good interchanges. When her Dad told her she knew so much he wouldn’t have to tell her anything, she said, “Dad, just because I know things doesn’t meant that’s bad.” uh, hmmm.
Then, when a particular firework did something dangerous, she said, “Oh, it’s more fun when they’re dangerous.” Every parents’ dream sentence from an 8 year old daughter.
The firepit got a good workout tonight. The dogs stayed up late and we all had a great time. Food from Famous Dave’s, a barbecue feast for four. Gunpowder thanks to the Chinese a really long time ago.