It was a fun 4th of July in the cul-de-sac last night. When the Sun went down, the neighbors with expendable income, which I assume there are a bunch here, spent it on explosives.

The dogs were in the house alone, three in the cage, and the four chickens were hunkered down in their coup. I was in the lopsided trailer, in bed, listening to the firework crumbs falling on the roof.

I decided not to go inside to comfort dogs. Once it gets dark I stay in the trailer, to keep the front yard security light from activating. And the top of my tanned head doesn't need hot burning particles on it.

It finally all stopped, Dan and Shelby got back from a concert, and the 4th of July, was over.