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July 6: cut the crap already

Dear neighbor,

I am not sure what prompted you to set off a full set of fireworks at 10:45am on a Monday. Maybe you just thought this would be less disruptive than the middle of the night? (Good thought, that. I’m with you there. )

One might wonder why you are doing this at all, though.

Maybe you discovered them this morning and realized you’d missed the fourth?

Maybe you so enjoyed them on the 4th that you decided to run out and get more?

Whatever possessed you to do this today, the following people are not enjoying it — and while they understand this is part of what happens and may actively enjoy it, or at least brace themselves for it, on the 4th of July — they now wish you would knock it the F off already:

  • People working at home (waves: hi!!)
  • People sleeping at home (due to shift work, insomnia, or just the constant fireworks disruptions every night)
  • People trying to get their small children to nap (especially when the fireworks just keep happening night after night)
  • People who have pets that are frightened / run away
  • People who have large animals (horses, etc) who can potentially become a danger to themselves or others when startled this way
  • People with PTSD
  • People who are concerned that you’re going to start a fire or cause an injury (waves: hi!!)
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    Fireworks

    The week leading up to the 4th, there were firecrackers every night.

    I would say, people are bored because COVID and lockdown, but we are open again. Or, mostly. With masks and distance. But open. Probably more than we should be.

    But a lot is still closed, restricted or limited. People have to be more careful than usual. Travel plans are cancelled. People who would normally be out of town – maybe even to towns where shooting off your own fireworks is a bit more legal – are at home, missing the joys of blowing stuff up.

    So people with no infants or pets or horses or members of their household with PTSD, thought a little extra crash-boom would be fun for everyone. Continue reading “Fireworks”

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    That Feeling When…

    In no particular order and not all from any one day…

    TFW your UPS app says your package is coming by 3:45pm and lets you track your package and at 3:40 it’s two streets away and at 3:46 they change the status to “End of Day” and the truck has driven right past your street and is now 2 streets away on the other side and moving away… Wait! Waaaaait! I’m back this way…. Continue reading “That Feeling When…”

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    Egad

    A Saturday morning. The text says Peapod is on its way. We’re contactless for the moment so I pop out to leave the tip envelope at the mat outside.

    The knock at the door tells me the driver is there. I knock on the window and wave, as he’s walking away.

    He turns back to talk to me. He’s wearing a mask, as one should. I open the window to hear.

    He explains that there is something in his truck that has spilled and smells bad. He says it seems like someone spilled vinegar or something in one of the bins. It turns out it was my bin, he says, so the bags were sitting in that; you won’t want to bring them into your house; you’ll want to unpack them outside.

    I thank him for the warning.

    When he walks away, I step outside to get started and it’s immediately apparent what he referred to. Continue reading “Egad”