Heat

It's July, the dead of summer, and sometimes, at night, I have to wear a sweatshirt and possibly a jacket just to be comfortable. Summer, to me, has always been a time of intense heat and finding ways to relieve it, because when you do, it feels so good. I miss that intensity. How do people experience their intensity here? How do you?

fireworks

I just spent my first 4th of July in the state of Washington. I can safely say that I have never before been in a place where amateur fireworks displays were so common and extravagant. It only reminds me of the people who have the Christmas lights that everyone hears about and drives miles just to see. Certain neighborhoods here are known for their $th of July fireworks displays. Thousands and thousands of dollars were spent by neighbors within a 5 block radius. I don't know what's legal and what isn't and none of the people I talked to seem to either. A general consensus seems to be that the ones you shoot off into the air are not legal, but no one does anything about it. Anything that has no source of propulsion can be purchased at one of the hundreds of fireworks stands that started popping up everywhere about two weeks ago.
The neighbors two houses down where making booms that didn't sound like they could be bought in stores. Apparently they were making them out of empty gas cans and sparklers. The neighborhood was shaking and it was basically just air pressure. It was a fun night and I barely left my backyard.

Happy Birthday!

I’ve been struggling lately, with the point to posting my inane observations and feelings toward this life, in this tiny corner of the internet. That’s all this is, right? A place to comment and describe the world I see around me and display my perspective to a potentially “world wide” audience. But, why should anyone care what I think when I don’t even know what I think half the time and the other half may just be a more permanent mood-swing based on some unseen stability in chemical reactions.
What I mean is: why document these tiny slivers of human existence? Are they for the documenter, or the few that may actually read what is written? What’s the point? Does it matter?

“I'm not a teacher: only a fellow-traveller of whom you asked the way. I pointed ahead--ahead of myself as well as you.” GBS

It’s early, relatively speaking, for a Friday night, 10 minutes past 10, and I’m about to go to bed because I work at 6 in the morning. It’s July 1 and thanks to our nations impending birthday and the over-abundance of newly erected fireworks stands, there is a loud explosion of a varying proximity, outside of my window every 5 minutes or so. If I close the window, it will become too hot, though it may help to muffle the sound a bit. I realize that this is the most challenging question I’ve had to answer today. I had a pretty good day. heeheehee. I’m going to sleep either way.