Here we are, the day after the fourth, and we’re all still here. The day was great, the food was delicious, the fireworks were everywhere, and friends and family played and frolicked with the household and the animals.
We ended up starting the fireworks an hour before dark, and were still lighting them until around ten o’clock (and that’s with three guys constantly setting them off). We were all kinds of careful to begin with. We had a person on standby with a water hose in case something went horribly, horribly wrong. We approached every ignited firework with caution, even if we were convinced that they had been spent.
As the night wore on, the guys became less careful, even though we ended up with a few young ones running around. Luckily, our young’ns were much better behaved than a few down the street who were lighting fountains and holding them in their hands. If you don’t know the difference in fireworks, the following is a fountain:
They are not designed to be held when ignited. They are most definitely supposed to be left on the ground or at the very least a very stable surface. With any firework, you can’t really know that they will fire correctly, and if something goes wrong, it can be really, really, horrible hospital trip bad. No one wants that.
Our little bits (meaning under the age of 16) didn’t attempt to light anything, made requests and understood that we meant it if we had to say ‘no’, and verified anything they were asked to hand to someone who was responsible for lighting. The youngest was only about seven, and was very happy to just sit in the back of the truck surrounded by us older guys while we organized whatever was lit up next.
A few of the neighbors even came out to watch ours and the others going off around the neighborhood. The community show wasn’t too far from us, so we were able to enjoy parts of that show, as well as someone setting off shells privately on the other side of us from the community show. (A shell is the firework that most people think of, the one fired into the air with the really big bang and lots of sparkles.)
All in all, I’d say it was a really pleasant Independence Day, even if I couldn’t find an excuse to sneak in an “America! Fuck yeah!” Yeah, I know, I don’t think I should be allowed to watch movies either…