i’m writing this post at 8:51pm on wednesday night and even though the sun has not yet completely set, the pacifica sky is erupting in flashes of light and sparkles. last year at this time, having never experienced living in a town that allowed individuals to set off their own fireworks, i was pretty sure the world was ending. this year, i’m just pretty sure we are in for a long night.
it’s been a small town kind of day. local bands, potato sack races and a bake sale in the park, hotdogs and beer and watermelon and sparklers with friends for dinner and now hoping and praying that EBN sleeps through the constant, house-shaking blasts, and that we all make it til tomorrow.
okay, now it’s the next morning…and we all survived. is it just me or were the fire works a bit calmer this year than last? it might have been that our next door neighbors are out-of-town and so the street party that erupted last year went until the wee hours of the morning, way beyond the midnight city curfew, didn’t so much happen. a house down the block had small, legal, rockets – but they were out of amo before 10 and even swept the street before heading off to bed. i’m not complaining…this holiday sorta fizzled out and that is more than fine by me AND my kiddo who slept through it completely – rock star, i tell you.
she woke up dancing in her crib (sans poop!) singing NAAAAAAAAAANI, PAAAAAAAAAAAAAPA. good thing their flight gets in in just under two hours. i’ve got one very excited little girl – in her beach hat.