My 4th of July weekend was picture perfect. My wife and I didn’t go anywhere or do anything out of the ordinary. We simply “chilled” at home, and I can say it’s been a long while since I have done just that.
Of course we took in the obligatory fireworks display. This one, sponsored by our lake association, was seen from our easy chairs on our own backyard deck. For such a small lake and association, it was a spectacular display akin to some of the bigger city displays.
And like in many cases, it did not go off without a hitch. Halfway through the display about ten incredibly beautiful fireworks went off one right after another. I really thought it was the grand finale, although the fireworks continued to shoot off long after the finale.
When my neighbor approached me the next day, she said, “Did you hear what happened at the beach where they were lighting the fireworks?” Of course I nodded negatively.
She claimed an ember caught the grand finale grouping of fireworks on fire and the spectacular array of colors we saw in the sky were not intended. She said when it was noticed, all sorts of people starting diving and jumping in to the lake, afraid of injury. Fortunately, no one was hurt.
Saturday morning we woke up to three baby kittens. Yes my wife, like many women is an animal lover. She picked up a couple of stray cats a while back, unknowingly realizing that one was pregnant. The last few weeks we have kept a close eye on the pregnant cat, and my wife seemed to have a premonition that Saturday would be the day. She scooped up the cat and put a blanket down inside a laundry basket in our garage. Twelve hours later there were three kittens.
For me, not much interested in cats and kittens, I originally could care less. I only considered the kittens to be a nuisance. But I tell you what they provided great weekend entertainment as we watched them slowly develop. Now I have to admit, I’m somewhat attached to the fur babies.
I didn’t even turn on the television all weekend, except for about an hour. That hour was used to view what has become a can’t miss tradition of mine- the Nathan’s Coney Island Hot Dog Eating Contest. As stupid and gross as it sounds, I have to watch it. This year I was so happy to see Joey Chestnut regain his title from Matt Stonie in fine fashion eating a record 70 hot dogs and buns in 10 minutes.
It’s high drama of a weird sort. Kinda like professional wrestling with the lengthy introductions of competitors, but then when the action starts it becomes very real with eaters from all over the globe competing to stuff their faces the fastest. Like I said I’ve been watching it since Japanese world champion eater, Kobeyashi dominated the sport back in the early 2000’s.
I didn’t drive anywhere, either. Our two cars sat idle in the driveway. No restaurant, no sightseeing trip, and no run to the convenience store. That’s a first for me. I’m sure my vehicles were out of sorts, but I kinda enjoyed going nowhere.
I did get the proverbial sunburn. Sitting outside with the sun blaring down three days in a row was too much for my northern skin. But again, rarely do I take time to simply “chill” under the hot sun. It felt good and I don’t mind a little burn after enjoying the down time by the lake.
So now I’m back at the newspaper. Its early Tuesday morning as I write this column and I feel refreshed and invigorated. I’m thinking maybe it’s good for the soul to do nothing for awhile. Hmmm sounds like a plan for next weekend.