Well, Casa de Chicky survived another July 4th. As usual, fireworks were lit and things got loud.
My neighbor had a party with a bunch of people. The people across the street in the Crazy House had a smaller gathering. At the other end of the block was yet another party.
I talked with Shawshank while things got underway. I tried to stay outside while we talked, but eventually retreated back into the house. It was loud, but none of the nearby houses had any of the really illegal stuff to watch (only the mildly illegal type). Unfortunately, it wasn’t much quieter inside the house. Then my neighbor brought out some really really illegal fireworks. Shawshank let me go, and I went outside with the poi for a little while.
One of the neighbors sent her daughter over to invite me over. I thanked her for the invite, but declined. It’s not a big holiday, but the 4th was always our holiday. Shawshank and I would always spend it together. We’d usually cook something unhealthy, have a couple of drinks or smoke a fair bit of the gigglebush, and watch the neighborhood nearly burn down. It was a day for us to simply chill and enjoy the day together, then watch the local fireworks displays. Yesterday was the first holiday we’ve spent separate, and it was a rough night. I had all this celebration around me; for Shawshank, in Canada, it was simply another Saturday.
Aside from the fact the whole holiday sucked for me, I really didn’t want to sit in the dark and make small talk with a bunch of strangers. Everyone huddled on a blanket on the front lawn. I know we’re in phase 3 of reopening the state, and small gatherings are allowed, but don’t know any of these people. However, I do know my neighbor is probably one of those people who sees masks as a weakness. The last thing I wanted to do last night was sit with a bunch of potentially similar-thinking people.
I can watch your fireworks from over here, thanks.
Today’s another Sunday. I have the laundry prepped for the washer, and I’ll try to sort out some donation stuff and schedule a pickup. Yesterday, I explained to Shawshank how difficult I find The Great Sort lately. I want to clean, and I want things out or at least organized. However, I feel l like every two steps forward come with a step backward. He suggested I start in one area and clean only that. It’s a logical suggestion, but unfortunately a lot of the mess would just move from one spot to another. My goals for the day are to clean off the coffee table and find all the pipes and bongs in the house and get rid of (most of) them.
Let’s start again with baby steps again.
