Happy Independence Day! Our flag, and Mother's, are flying, as they have been for the past several days. Happy 237th Birthday, America!
We were up around 8 a.m. this morning, and after breakfast, I did an abbreviated exercise routine. Hubbie accompanied Mother to our house mid-morning, and Daughter arrived just after I got ready for the day. She will spend a few days with us.
When she arrived, we were in the backyard, where the owner of the hound was trying to figure out how to get the dog into the back of his truck. Every time he moved her, she wailed in pain. I thought maybe he and Hubbie could maneuver the dog onto a big metal sign, sort of like a stretcher, but she was having none of it.
Finally, he just grabbed her around the chest and hoisted her into the truck, where she stood while he drove across our lawn, out onto the highway, and down the road. I wonder if she ever did lie down before she got to the vet's office.
In talking to the owner, I asked if he was the same person who sold honey at the health store where I buy it. He said he is, and I complimented him on how good the honey is. So he offered to bring us a jar of it. That's a nice gesture, though I wasn't expecting it. He'd earlier asked how much he owed us for our trouble over the dog, and of course there was no charge. We were just happy the dog is going home.
It was a laid-back rest of the day. I had nothing planned, so we just relaxed and visited, had a lunch of pimento cheese sandwiches and chips, and grilled t-bone steaks for supper later.
During the afternoon, I made a peach cobbler to enjoy during the evening. Hubbie made a trip to the grocery store to pick up a couple of items. Mother and Daughter worked on a jigsaw puzzle.
Later, Hubbie did the honors of grilling the steaks, and putting potatoes in the oven, while Mother and I prepared salads. I took care of all the other meal preparations.
After supper, we watched TV until around 8:30, when we enjoyed peach cobbler topped with ice cream. Then we went to the river, where a fireworks show was scheduled for around 9:15.
We arrived just a few minutes before the fireworks began. We parked in our usual spot alongside the road, but this year, a Bradford pear tree had grown so tall that we couldn't see the lower level fireworks. So Hubbie found us another spot with a better view.
At first the fireworks blasts were so small, they seemed no more significant than backyard ones. Finally, though, there were bigger ones, and the finale was pretty spectacular, with a gorgeous waterfall feature.
Mother was disappointed that it didn't last longer. She thought it was only about five minutes long, but it was actually more like 20 minutes. Still pretty short, but it was okay.
Not a very exciting day, but Daughter was satisfied, since she came up to enjoy peace and quiet, and we were able to provide plenty of that.
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