Monday, July 5

Happy birthday, America.

Along with a day in central PA, brunch with Bryan's family, a cookout, and an afternoon party with friends, we did manage to catch the fireworks at the Art Museum:


Folks started turning out around 6pm, but (predictably) we rolled in around 9 and staked out a space in the grass.

We snacked and listened to The Roots (hooray) while watching everyone light it up:




The Goo Goo Dolls (B-list year, I guess) played on and on, and finally someone just started shooting off their own fireworks:




Meanwhile, the police department found it necessary to circle...and circle...the crowd via helicopter:

 (Okay folks, calm down. The Fourth of July happens every year).

The actual fireworks ended up being late, low, and windblown. We went with everyone else to the middle of the road to catch the show:



I was fortunate enough to have today off and filled it with refinishing a thrift-score dresser, gardening, cooking, sewing, erranding -- and dealing with a flat tire.

(Stay tuned, internet, because we've got a nice round of blogposts coming up this week...)

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