A few gigs, a grocery stock-up, and watch fireworks later. I just go to the edge of my back patio, look up, and there they are. Meanwhile, if we buy or make potato salad (it is one of hubby's go-to holiday things), everyone may be assured that no Mr., Mrs., Ms., Junior, Senior, Elder, Younger, Male, Female, Intersex, Pan, Non-Binary, Asexual, Excessively Sexual, Other Sex, White, Red, Gold, Yukon, Idaho, Sweet, Yammy, Oval, Round, Bumpy, Blemished, Eared, and/or other potato will have been harmed in the process of the production of the potato salad. By the time fireworks light up a bit of my night sky, I will have given thanks to the Creator for those who planted and grew the potatoes that were part of my day. Happy Fourth of July to all who observe!
Bach is not noise, Madam. (Robert, in Two's Company)
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