It’s July. What the f**k? What happened to the rest of the year? I distinctly remember doing things in June – in fact, all the way back to January. I can prove it – I have pictures! But July, on the eve of the Independence Day holiday?
Have a day full of cookouts and fireworks. I’m sitting in a hotel room in Seneca Falls, NY taking a Margy day. My sister calls it “Pajama Sunday.” Basically, you laze around and don’t do anything you don’t want to, including getting dressed if that’s your fancy.
So, today was my Pajama Sunday, except it’s Wednesday and I did, eventually, get dressed. It’s brutally hot out, so I’ve stayed inside my air-conditioned room with my computer propped up on my lap. Very indulgent. Very indulgent, indeed.
Happy post Fourth of July, to all who celebrated! I’m back to work – and to blogging – after four, restful, days off. I haven’t done that in ages and definitely should do more of that again.
My brother- and sister-in-law live in a charming little Massachusetts town called Bellingham. There’s a large lake nearby and that’s where we go to see the fireworks. This year we started with a very tasty potluck dinner (grilled lamb chops, tandoori chicken, tabouli, Asian salad, German potato salad and more. Two fruit pies and chocolate brownies for dessert. Good spread!). After good food and drink, we ambled down the hill to the lake side and enjoyed a front-row seat for fireworks that shot up over the water. Not only did we get to see some pretty spectacular fireworks, we also got to see their reflection in the lake.