The 4th of July

Firework shows are always so predicable: the music start, people shift to get the best look, little kids (and my 20 year-old sister) give names to what each one looks like, the grand finale starts, and like clockwork I count down to the “ohh”s and “ahh”s and then to the clapping.

In fact, the only thing that I couldn’t predict this Independence Day was the fact that half way to the lake from the car, my flip flop decided to break. Well, it was previously broken, but it broke again in transit. Maybe that is why those flip flops were buried at the bottom of my dad’s shoe basket.

I have to say, listening to my sister talk about baseball fields that I supposedly played at as a child was very interesting. She was completely sure. I played at the newer, nicer fields on the lake.

I didn’t think it was possible to have a bad view of the fireworks; however, I now stand corrected. I could see the Flower Mound fireworks at Lake Lewisville better than the ones we went to see. My chair was pointed the exact wrong direction and downhill, so when I turned to watch I saw only the highest flying fireworks and the front of parked cars. Exciting.

The music, while very patriotic, was very redundant. I think we heard “America the Beautiful” three times, three different versions. I can’t be sure though. At a certain point music all starts to sound the same when you can only hear out of one ear...