Tomorrow is the official birthday of the USA. Usually, since i'm too lame to enjoy braving the crowds and walking the field, I content myself with staying home quietly and watching the celebration fireworks in Washington via television.
This year, though, my extended family is having a big bash to commemorate the wedding anniversary of my elderly aunt and uncle. I haven't officially been told the numbers, but by my calculations it's their 60th at least. Maybe even 65. !!! Imagine living with your mate that many years without murder! The mind boggles :D
Cousins by the dozens, relations I haven't seen in decades, babies to kiss that belong to people I haven't seen since THEY were babies! And sweet old Unca Butchie at the center of it all. Horseshoes! Foods ranging from delicious to revolting, as per usual at potlucks.(what can Mommie cook for this whitebread crowd? I'm tempted to try King Ranch chicken or, more fun yet, Papa's Melting Uranus chili...) Volleyball! Gossip! And if it rains (and it will) everyone will be crowded into the smallest possible space.
Man I hope somebody went out of state and bought some really dangerous fireworks. I hope there is at least one competent hand behind the fuses. I hope if there isn't one, that I can hobble fast enough to get out of the way of stray bottle rockets...
Everyone have a safe happy holiday, and say 'happy b'day' to Uncle Sam, it's not a sin!
Hoping for some jumping jacks and black cats to play with,
MD
pressing my star spangled shirt for the occasion
"One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name."
Thomas Mordaunt