The 4th of July has been aa quiet day for me for the past several years – I live in a pine forest, where fireworks are forbidden for obvious reasons, and I haven’t missed seeing them at all really. I think the days of Ooooos and Aaahhhhs have passed.
This year, however, we changed it all up. When Kat lived in Southern California, she used to join her best friend’s family at their longstanding block party – a neighborhood party that has gone on for many years. Teaching abroad for five years limited her summer freedom, and she has not attended now for 3 years – this year was the 33rd anniversary of their friendship and she decided that required attendance. So we flew down on Tuesday, Gep joined us Tuesday evening, and we had a great couple of days together.
Wednesday morning we took advantage of the loaned vehicle, and toured some “old neighborhoods” of years gone by, noting many changes, places where new things replaced those in our memories, detouring frequently because it was, after all, the 4th of July, there was a bike parade, and hoards of people heading to the beach. We finally found an open route to Seal Beach, where we had our breakfasts
across from the pier
Where we walked after we ate
And then headed to the party so Kat could spend more time with her BFF
And her brother
And I enjoyed time with all of them and her BFF’s mother
As darkness fell, there were fireworks
When the festivities ended, we returned to our hotel and flew back home the next day, agreeing the trip was well worth it.
And there were some Ooooos and Aaahhhhs.