The dust seems to be settling, with great effort on T's part and some on mine too, though more on his side. I'm actually looking forward to getting home and spending the weekend at the races -- 2 tomorrow (ARCA and Craftsman Truck Series) and Indy cars Sunday. Then my dad's fish fry on Monday.
I'm able to articulate now what I feel and what my plan is, as much as any person can profess to have a plan since we never know what the world will wing our way next. I've said my peace and he's said his and we're still there, so it's a start. I don't know what tomorrow will be but today's all right.
So on to other things ...
I've always loved the Fourth, ever since my mother gave me a big box of fireworks for my birthday one year. It's deep summer, still light until nearly 9 and all the right smells are there -- fireworks, fruit, grass, sun tan lotion. Add to that chili cheese fries, hot rubber and race car engine fumes and I'm about as happy as a Midwest girl can get.
Happy Independence Day, dear readers, family, friends. I hope this weekend brings you your own particular kind of joy.
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