Quint would say we survived July 4th. And July 5th, and the 6th. It’s anyone’s guess when the illegal shooting off fireworks will end. If it’s anything like years past, we guestimate around September 6th or 7th. He tried to sleep through most of it. He shook and whimpered through the worst of it. We might have to consider medication for him next year, a first.
Our across the street neighbor started firing his off at 12:06 Friday morning, after he arrived home from his late shift at work. Apparently, everyone should be awake at that time of night/morning and he really resents it when no one is. At 2:10 am, we finally got up, bundled up and sat out front fuming while watching the personal display he was still lighting off. He said he had to work the evening of July 4th so he thought he’d get his celebrating in when he could. He promised to do it again at or around 12:06 Saturday morning. He did not disappoint. The show ended just before 4 am, both nights.
Friday, the 4th, at 1:17 in the afternoon, the official thunderous house-shaking fireworks began, fired off by someone in an adjoining neighborhood, because everyone needs that one person who spent 10,000 dollars on the biggest and loudest fireworks available to the public to start things off, after which it was a free-for-all most of the afternoon and increased throughout the evening.
And then, at 12:03 am (we know because hello? who wouldn’t be awake?), beautiful silence fell across the land. It was like a light switch was flipped off and it was everything anyone could hope it would be.
Suddenly, it’s that time of year again. The boom, bangs and big noise time. Time to extend Quint’s safe place fort with blankets and boxes tucked between an old couch and chair, both of which are slated for donation, creating room to include all the kitties, toys and Mom who wouldn’t dare attend a 4th of July cat party without treats, a flashlight and cat books to read out loud. Perennial favorites include Cats for the Genius by Ramona Marek and I Could Pee on This by Francesco Marciuliano.
On Friday the 4th, everything outside that might catch a spark will be watered down and though fireworks are illegal here, we’re just outside the official city limits and where everyone seems to come to fire those off, regardless of what day it is. This year, we’re thinking of it as people choosing to support the economy by paying to blow up their dollars. Whatever works!
As is tradition here at Colehaus, we’ll be away from blogging until next week when, hopefully, the nightly 2 a.m. fireworks will have died down a little. Have a very safe 4th of July holiday. See you on Monday, July 7th.