We had a weird 4th of July, and for these times, maybe that's appropriate. We have several groups of visitors arriving today--Music Week at Lutheridge starts today!
So part of our 4th of July was getting ready. We did extensive cleaning, and although the floors could still use a mopping, they look great. My spouse cleaned the gutters--not something that needs to be done before company arrives, but another chore we'd put off for too long.
Some parts of getting ready were not drudgery. I went to the small farmer's market in Mill's River, and most folks were wearing red, white, and blue, with most of the tables decorated for the 4th. We grilled two chickens, ate some for lunch, and then pulled the rest of the meat off the bones--food for the week ahead.
I thought it was going to be a quiet day, but I woke up later, after dark, when it sounded like an explosive device was zooming past my window. We don't have a lot of kids in the neighborhood, so it was weird to hear fireworks. I don't remember hearing so many in past years.
Happily, I didn't hear much in the way of fireworks after 10. In South Florida, people shoot off fireworks until 2 or 3 in the morning.
And now it's off to preach and preside at Faith Lutheran in Bristol, Tennessee, then back across the mountains to do some last tidying before folks arrive. Life is good.
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