This is not my favorite holiday. I don’t like all of the noise. I used to like it when I was a kid. We lived on an Air Force base and every year they did fireworks on the unused portion of the flight line. It was nice because we could walk to it and then walk home, so there was no association with traffic delays. We used to go as a family until I was a teenager. We spent one 4th in Kentucky with my dad’s side of the family. That was the first time I ever got to hold a sparkler. The 4th was fun when Zach was a kid too. We still grilled something and had salads. My mom was still healthy and my dad would join us in the driveway for “fireworks.”
I think part of my most recent dislike for the holiday has to do with the fact that its a holiday for friends and family, having a gathering of some sort. I don’t have that anymore. I don’t have anyone to get together with except for Zach, who has friends to go spend time with. After my mom got sicker there was just no reason to do much of anything special. I detest spending the day in the kitchen making loads of potato salad and pasta salad. I don’t have the patience I guess. Plus I didn’t see any reason to celebrate because my mom being sick with kidney failure kind of tore up the family unit. Now this year, my mom’s not even around to complain about the lack of potato salad. Plus Zach isn’t going to be home this evening.
Right now I’m sitting with Zach watching the Hoarders marathon on A&E. This show makes me feel like a neat freak. I actually managed to get myself moving yesterday and cleaned my room (except for vacuuming because the cat wouldn’t leave, and I didn’t want to disturb her because I’m a sap). I was going to clean more of the house but The Two Towers was on, followed by Return of the King, and I’m a sucker for those movies. Then on Sunday nights, for some unknown reason, I’ve started watching The Next Food Network Star. None of the contestants are interesting, and the show usually drags on, but I stick around to see who gets voted off the island, and what kind of drama Penny stirs up. So the house still sits waiting to be dusted and vacuumed. Maybe tomorrow. Hopefully there won’t be any interesting “marathons” on TV. I’m not watching the Casey Anthony trial, so that won’t distract me.
I’m most disappointed that Rafa did not win Wimbledon. I like Novak, but not as much as I like Rafa. There, now you know.