I drove most of the way from South Carolina after work on Thursday, July 2, stopping for the night east of Indianapolis, then finished up the drive the next morning, insuring I would be home in time for the annual blow-things-up day. Of course, we didn’t wait until the actual 4th to start.
Thankfully, the girls had already made a first visit to Jake’s Fireworks for our initial purchase of things that sparkle, shoot, and ‘splode. We spent part of the afternoon at the pool, ate some dinner, then got down to the most American business of fireworking. I should note that I had some setting on my Fuji screwed up, and these colors are totally cooked – since I wasn’t shooting raw, they’ll be this way forever [moment of silence].
On to the actual 4th
The day began as days usually do, or at least as holidays should: eating pancakes naked while squatting in the window for the whole world to see.
Being a holiday, this called for water activities. Since we had been to the pool the day before, we decided that today would be “Water The Grass Day”, er, um, “Play In The Sprinkler Day” and set up various places for the children to cool off, including the usual slip n’ slide set up at the bottom of the actual slide.
After cleaning up the childrens and providing them some nourishment, we fulfilled our obligation to return to Jake’s Fireworks and exchange more of our retirement fund for their boxed and rolled danger sticks. The marketing, merchandising, and packaging of fireworks through these stores is quite interesting these days. Many of the fireworks are aimed at women and girls (they were multiple breast cancer-related fireworks), and there are clearly fireworks brand positioning committees doing great work on some of these.
These girls love them some smoke bombs. At least until they start choking, or get a hot spark on the top of their foot.