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July 4, 2019:


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Well, dear readers, I’m told that today is a holiday, namely July the fourth or, as known in other circles, the fourth of July.  It is a day of barbecue and partays and the shaking of the bootay, and it is a night of fireworks and frivolity.  This is what I have been told and I have no reason to doubt such things as my handy-dandy calendar says quite clearly July the fourth as well as the fourth of July.  But why talk about the fourth of July when we can talk about the third of July?

The third of July was certainly the third of July.  I was up at ten after about seven hours of sleep. The garage people showed up forty minutes later and after about forty minutes the garage was actually pretty clean-looking.  I still have some boxes to fill and file away, but we have room for those.  It’s so nice to have an organized and usable garage. We even got all the art stacked up against one wall.  Grant has to remove stuff that should have been removed a year and a half ago, so that will happen upon his return to these here parts.

After that, I answered e-mails, got some work done on the computer, and then I got ready to go to the little gathering for Sami’s grandmother, who passed away on Monday.  She was a very nice lady, who grew up in the same neighborhood I did (she attended the same high school as both dear reader Jane and I did).  Apparently, there were, at one point, a hundred people there, but that wasn’t the case when I arrived around three.  They catered from Brent’s Deli, but I didn’t eat.  I basically hung out with Sami and her mom outside by the pool.  I was there about an hour, then took my leave.

I stopped at Gelson’s and got some chicken, an onion, sour cream, and came home and made my faux chicken stroganoff over white rice.  I only used about six ounces of chicken and it was both good and filling, not necessarily in that order.  I listened to some music, then sat on my couch like so much fish and dozed off for a bit.

After that, I just listened to more music, did a little work on the computer, had some telephonic conversations, and that was about it. Maybe I did other things, but I have no idea what they might have been.

Today is the fourth of July.  I’ll sleep in, certainly, and then I’ll probably have a little something to eat at some point, whether out or bringing something in.  I’m sure I’ll watch and listen, I’m sure I’ll hear the fireworks, as I think they do them at a nearby park, and I’ll definitely do some work in the garage and begin writing the commentary.

Tomorrow is more of the same – finishing the commentary, hopefully picking up some packages, and then the weekend is mine all mine – no plans, no nothing, just doing whatever needs doing around these here parts. Then next week we have a work session for the Kritzerland show, Diana Canova comes into town, and we record the audio book for GEE, which I’m very much looking forward to, as you might or might not imagine.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, sleep in, eat, watch stuff, listen to stuff, do garage stuff, and write some commentary.  Today’s topic of discussion: What have been your favorite fourth of July celebrations over the years?  Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, as we celebrate July the fourth aka the fourth of July.

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