I'm rocking out on my back deck (literally...in my rocking chair), sipping iced coffee, listening to a few birds chattering nearby. It's a hot summer day, but I'm in the shade. It feels great, thanks to a breeze.
My grandpuppy Josie lies nearby. Her mama and daddy are off on an adventure and we were happy to puppysit. I don't get to see her very often.
Belle and Max are both lounging in the air-conditioned laundry room. It's too hot for old Max, and Belle doesn't stray far from his side.
No, it's not an exciting Independence Day, by any means, but I'm savoring the slow pace of it...the freedom to sleep in and take a long morning walk with my puppies, to start one thing and go off on a tangent without feeling guilty.
Tomorrow morning I'll ride in a parade and enjoy fireworks after dark in my little town. For some reason I still don't understand, we're celebrating the 4th on the 5th this year.
I hope you're having a wonderful Independence Day!
Happy birthday, America!
How often we fail to realize our good fortune in living in a country where happiness is more than a lack of tragedy.