the works

The town of Sebastopol decided a long time ago that they would never be able to compete with the Santa Rosa fireworks, so they decided to celebrate the 4th of July on the 3rd instead. This means that for two nights in a row the sky lit up with explosions of green and blue and red and purple and gold light. This meant that on Tuesday night we sat on the cool grass of Devon's front yard listening to friends play the guitar and sing loudly until it was time for the works. We set up a ladder to the roof and tested our plan. The ladder cracked as I climbed up, and so it was thrown over the deck and replaced with an aluminum ladder( I wasn't involved of the throwing of the ladder, only a witness of the ladder breaking the clothes line below). Ladder #2 worked like a champ and in a few minutes the party moved to the roof, watching the fireworks through the trees.

After the show we found our way down via ladders and trees and fences back to the lawn where I had the best wrestling match i've had in a long time.

The fourth was a lazy day full of sun and bikes and burgers. We watched the fireworks from the back of Andrew's truck with Jerry-dog who is apparently more tolerant of the earth-rattling cracks and booms than of being left alone for an hour in his new house. Two nights of glittering sky made me happy, though my disgust with the current state of the US might have hindered my enjoyment just a smidge.