I just heard from one of Art's cousins that her house was nearly burned on the 4th of July. She and her husband spent the night hosing down their house while the fires burned in Kalama Valley. Their son took this photo. Art says he heard something about it in the news, but didn't realize his cousin's house was so close to the fire. In fact, their neighbors were out for the evening so the cousins were hosing down their neighbors' houses as well. The fires, of course, were caused by fireworks.In our neighborhood, at around 11:30 PM somebody detonated a bomb. I swear it was a bomb! It was so loud, it shook our house and AT LEAST a half dozen cars in the street had their security alarms go off from the vibration.
I'm so mad about it! What idiots! How does this make it fun for anybody? What makes them think this is the way to celebrate the 4th?
Hmmm.... I'm just noticing that my posts are taking a downward turn. I need to find something happy to write about! Sheesh!
I'm not even going to write about Governor Lingle vetoing the Civil Unions bill... nope not a word...
POSTSCRIPT: Ooops! I'm noticing (from comments) that people are thinking our cousins' house burned. It didn't. They were spared, but it certainly gave them some frightening moments. Their neighbors' homes were also OK, and I hope they are grateful for the cousins working so hard hosing their houses down.

