Not much to write. These photos are from a July 4 during the Proterozoic years.
Here, Mayor Cochrane oversees the setup in the city park.
The First Lady is unloading the Pinto Wagon, one of the most deadly forms of transportation from that eon.
Lynne is taking my brand new puppy Hamlet for a walk through the park. I think all three pounds of him are getting the best of her.
Tim’s dogs are with us tonight. Tom turned the TV up loud, and I did the same in the office with iTunes. We think this blocked some of the fireworks noise, because we have two dogs who don’t handle it well–one barks and paces, the other burrows and pants. But tonight, those two mostly did this:
Good dogs! So after the celebration ended downtown, I made all four dogs a little appetizer plate to celebrate.
Happy Fourth!
Mlle. Renee took the Benadryl in Velveeta the vet lady prescribed, retired to my bedroom and while the radio play heavy metal she blissfully dozed through the 2.5 hour bombardment that actually started two fires on my front and side lawn.
Other than the fires, my AC went out late this afternoon after eight days of 101 to 106 temps. The heat burned out the capacitor in the cooling unit. The repairman arrived at 10:30 and replaced and repaired in a half hour.
Renee will never see this post, because she’d be wanting her own fancy snack plate.
Well, really, she SHOULD have one. Four of four Compound dogs agree.
Who am I to defy the majority voice of the Compound dogs. Miz Renee says, “Told you so.” And added a rather snide “Nyeh, NYEH, nyen, nyeh, NYEH!” behind my back.
Remind her you still control what goes ON the plate.
Wow–you have a repairman like ours, who also once came in the middle of the night and fixed our AC unit. When the temps are this high, there’s nothing more amazing than an AC company who’s on the ball.
I’m glad Renee wasn’t affected by the fireworks–but geez, YOU’VE had quite the adventurous Fourth, haven’t you?