July3
So, it’s the third, part of long weekend. It’s been pretty relaxing today, all cocooned up in the house, sorting stuff in the basement from college and before, throwing clothes into a giveaway or keep pile. And then I d/l the
demo of flash4, because it’s so much fun to work with. Last week I made a lil flash animation of Buttercup, which I put up in Quixmix.
And I’ve been fine, all day, until my Mom called me to come out and watch the fireworks from her friends house a couple min away.
Usually, I watch fireworks downtowne, they have this incredible thing called Rythmn and Booms where they computer sync the fireworks to music which plays on a local station, and lasts for about a half-hour. Last year I went with my friends(Ryan and Co), and we threw blankets down and played sheepshead and laughed so hard.
There is just something about the 4th of July that really gets to me.
You wouldn’t think I’m ultra patriotic to look at me. But there is something within me that reacts to the lights and sounds, to the community and the jet flyover. It’s not just an emotion created by these things, more like enhanced. But At moments like that, with all the music, and laughter and lights, when you can feel everything exploding around you, and you twist around to look at your friends with these great big grins on their faces, it’s just then that you sit
back in a happy sigh, and think “This is America” and you’re so proud you could burst.
It’s just something you want to share with the ones you love. And this year,Boy is off with his family, prolly building something. Not only am I not watching the fireworks with a gaggle of friends, I’m sitting in a group of my ‘rents
friends, wishing, very badly that Boy was with me, or I was with Boy. And so, we’re watching the fireworks about 25 miles away, like we are watching down a long corridor, or in 16 bit, or something, and suddenly I’m crying.
I’m crying, because among 30 people, I feel very much alone. I’m sobbing as quietly as I can in the dark backyard, a halfeaten and melting vanilla icecream cone dripping around my hand.
That whole experience, that whole incredible camraderie was 25 miles away. >Heavy Sigh< All I could think was, I should have been there, should have called some people, something!
I’m a bit better, really, just echoes of disapointment now. I might try to grab some people
to find actual 4th of July fireworks tommorrow night. I sent Wendy an email about getting some
sushi this weekend that she prolly missed, but maybe she’ll still get it.
Stacie