Isabel and I missed Independence Day this year.
This is because our township decided to celebrate it on July 2nd, and we somehow didn't get the message.
We had just pulled around 9 PM from visiting one of her friends, stopped to get ice cream, walked in the door at 9:30 and settled in our office for some Co-op gaming...and then realized that the explosions weren't in the game. Yep, the fireworks were well underway by the time we realized what happened.
Thus, for July 4th proper...we were left with...well...more Co-op gaming.
At least we had burgers, corn, and watermelon for dinner...just to be festive.
This is my fourth year up here, and I have yet to have anyone I know from the area invite me to a BBQ. But at least I have Isabel.
As we were picking our watermelon from the grocery store, an elderly man interjected: "These whole watermelons are the same price as the half watermelon...but I could never eat one of these whole watermelons...alone...by myself...because I'm a lonely old man whom no one has invited to a BBQ...so I guess I'll just buy this half watermelon...and eat it...alone...by myself...and wait for death."
Okay, he didn't say all that. That's just what it evoked to me. After all, he was talking to two complete strangers at the watermelon station, which gave me the impression that he had no one else to talk to.
Is it me, or is this blog getting the blues lately?
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