fifth of july
man. remember when i said, don’t blow anything up outside my bedroom window? what I meant to tell the neighbors was, PLEASE blow up a bunch of fancy fireworks make ’em go boom-boom-boom right outside my window.
i am not one for fireworks, but since Dear Wacky Dog has been gone for some time now, it’s not as bad. God, he had a miserable time with the fireworks. Here’s the story: the “good” fireworks are “illegal” in Oregon, but “legal!!!” in Washington. We lived in North Portland, which is, like, border town to Washington state. So everyone, but not their dogs, because their dogs frickin’ hate fireworks (and not us, because I’m too cheap. Plus I like to keep it legal, thank you) drives across the bridge, loads up on the “good,” fancy fireworks, then drives back and makes ’em go oh-oh-oh BOOM-SNAP-CRACKLE-POP.
When we moved to fancy westside suburbs, I thought, This is no border town. It’s a border town to the Wine Country, and the ocean breezes, that’s about all it’s a border town to.
“Surely people won’t bark at the moon and shoot off their guns out here, like they do in North Portland?”
Last year we were enjoying the ocean breezes, so this was our first Fourth in the new house. Man. People do it UP out here. We walked around the neighborhood and watched the little shows, then walked up the hill and could see four or five big fireworks shows from all over town. Then we figured out the best show around was right out in our backyard. The people in the cul-de-sac behind us partied all day, and once it got dark did a fireworks show that went on forever.
I finally fell asleep about midnight, hearing faint boom-boom-booms from all around. Crazy.
This morning they were out there with their leaf-blowers, cleaning up.
#suburbsareatrip.
Have a great week!
— wm
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I know!! This was our first 4th in the States for a while, and our first ever in the ‘burbs. I’m pretty sure that it didn’t used to be like this. Dang, but the neighbours had HUGE professional-style fireworks! Fun to watch and listen to. We were at Donn’s cousin’s, and her dog just leapt right into my arms! It was fun except for the claws.
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