Thursday, July 04, 2013
I wasn't planning on attending any fireworks tonight, even though (or perhaps because) it was always a favorite family activity. The neighbors brought fireworks from SC and invited me to their party, but it's a family party and while I'm sure it would be fine, I always feel like that "extra person." I was going to stay home, especially after it rained heavily just a little while ago.
Still, when I saw the night falling, I decided to take Lucy the Dog and hike up the hill - through the thigh-high (my thigh - over Lucy's head) sopping wet grasses. We went up to the top of Johnny's Hill and discovered that not only could we see the neighbor's really splendid fireworks display, but we could also see about half a dozen others.
We didn't stay til the end, though. There was a very dramatic bolt of lightning (nature's fireworks) not too very far away, and I realized that standing on the top of a hill in the wet grass might not be the safest location, so we trotted back down the hill and went back inside. Lucy was so wet all her fur was spiky, and I'm covered with grassy bits - toweled her off, debating a shower for me.
Not what I'd planned for the evening (the plan had been a cocktail and the crossword puzzle) but it's good to do things spur-of-the-moment, even, or perhaps especially, if it's something you've never done, a little out of the usual comfort zone. I'm not particularly afraid of the dark, but there are plenty of coyotes, a wolf or two, a bobcat, a cougar, lots of skunks and assorted other nocturnal wildlife around here - enough to give one pause, anyway.
Still, it was unexpected fun, and that's always a good thing.