Terrible day in Highland Park, Il. as well as for everyone throughout the country who is sane enough to feel the need to vote for serious measures of gun control. One minute everyone’s celebrating—the next offers terrified screams of horrified disbelief! Seems to me that a person buying an assault weapon should be arrested and jailed on the spot BEFORE a demented mind can kill at will. And as thoughts of recent Supreme Court rulings come to mind—if we haven’t yet hit bottom as a nation, we sure are closing in on it.
On the home front, twice daily, David turns on the theme to Rocky, enticing me to walk throughout the house, holding his hand and Will ‘s.
At Barry’s suggestion, I’ve ordered and sent a wheelchair to his address, which will enable me to be mobile on family outings. Made more sense to own than to rent, as often as we hope to drive to the west coast, during the coming year..
As Mickey has COVID, my sister, Sharon and her husband have cancelled this week’s trip and plan to visit us in Sept. Actually, that change works best for me, too, as I’ll continue to organize for our stay on the coast and rest up until we drive to Newport Beach.
Andi and our friend Judy are coming over to BBQ with us, later in the day. (Their husbands are in Philly, baby sitting while Andi’s son, Ryan, and his family are vacationing. Who are they babysitting? Winston. Ryan’s dog. As both guys are Philly born and bred, they’re having a ball visiting old haunts and downing comfort food at local dives—favorites, forever. What wouldn’t I give for a hot, soft Philly pretzel!) irregardless of the heat, David agreed to take charge of grilling cheeseburgers to perfection, and as they were tender, juicy and well seasoned, we agreed that his backyard culinary talents fulfilled his promise.
Steven, Celina and Ravi are enjoying a quintessential, small town 4th of July at the cabin amid the tall pines, up north. Over these past couple of years, they’ve chosen to create a float with friends, rather than sitting curbside, watching as the annual parade passes by (which proves pretty impressive). They’ve spend days creating a float with a message in readiness to line up on the main drag with all of the other homemade floats, many of which are literally covered with red, white and blue balloons, and if that sight doesn’t arouse your heartfelt sense of patriotism then the music emanating from loud speakers is sure to do the trick. Following the parade, a fair, spreading across the golf course, welcomes one and all, big and small, to celebrate The Fourth, Pinewood style. At the end of all those festivities, dinner is bbq’d on their deck while night descends with sparklers dancing in children’s hands, after which they FaceTime us before heading off to bed. Though shortages caused fireworks to be sorely missed, t’was plain to see that Independence Day was enjoyed by all.
Every time Steven sends photos, I think of the many happy memories that Ravi is making at our cabin, and my heart smiles.
As there’s a widespread ban on public Fireworks, this year, I’d expected to hear snap-crackles-and-pops taking place in neighborhoods, here, there, everywhere. including outside of Barry’s house where, hopefully, everyone used common sense concerning pairing fireworks with cautionary measures that plainly state—safety first!
With hopes that you’re enjoying a restful Independence Day with loved ones —be well and please, stay safe,
Annie
Tony is next to Barry with Ray and Marie behind
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