This might be one of the only times over the past ten years that I haven’t posted a photo of the aftermath of our fireworks show! But I got busy doing dishes yesterday morning, and by the time I stepped outside, over half of the mayhem had been cleaned up already.
Rest assured, though..it wasn’t purty.
But the party was so much fun! I have no idea how many people showed up-I never count, so I never have any frame of reference-but all we had at the end of the evening were a few meat scraps, about a cup of corn casserole, and (fortunately for my taste buds and unfortunately for my bottom) about 30 jalapeno poppers.
As always, it was a loaves and fishes miracle! I make what I make, all the guests bring a dish, and we always have just enough food. Never too much, and never not enough.
A bonus of the Fourth of July weekend is that it always propels us to get the mowing, weedeating, power washing, dog washing, human washing, car washing (not really), and other homestead matters done that the busyness of the summer sometimes prevents us from getting done. We don’t have any drive-by traffic out here, you see, so sometimes things like edging and pruning trees takes a backseat to things like, oh, I don’t know-taking care of a cattle ranch. Haha.
So basically it’s like this: We spend three days cleaning everything up. Then we have a big party and everything gets destroyed again. But at least the driveway is nice and edged!
Here are some things that happened this year.
* Our kitchen sink broke and developed a leak. This, after we made the painful decision this year to bring in portable bathrooms for our guests because our septic tank backed up last year the night of July 4th after all the guests left. It’s just one of those challenges of rural living. So we went to this effort of getting a portable bathrooms and I put up signs on our bathroom doors in the house that read “S.O.S. (Save our septic!) We have nice portable bathrooms outside!” (I thought I was so hilarious. I’m weird.) And then what happens? Our kitchen faucet breaks and we have a leak that lasts 24 hours.
It’s situations like this that just make me stronger!
* No one was hurt during the fireworks show. I’m always grateful for this considering we’re basically dealing with explosives, and the only person who has ever gotten hurt throughout the 15 years (give or take) or our gathering is my brother-in-law Tim, who burned his hand on a sparkler and had to go to the emergency room. It wasn’t the least bit funny, because he really did burn his hand and was in a lot of pain. But now we can’t help but chuckle that throughout all the M-80’s or M-160’s or whatever the powerful pyrotechnics that Tim and Marlboro Man blow through, the thing that finally got Tim was a single sparkler.
I repeat: I’m not laughing! Just chuckling. Very, very quietly.
* I changed my shirt during the party twice because first, I spilled sangria all over myself as I was transferring it to the drink dispenser, and second, I couldn’t stop sweating because we had a huge thunderstorm the night of July 3 and the humidity was through the roof.
I don’t remember ever changing clothes at my Fourth of July party when I was in my thirties.
I also don’t remember our septic tank backing up when I was in my thirties.
I also don’t remember sweating this much when I was in my thirties.
I also don’t remember getting so excited about jalapeno poppers when I was in my thirties.
Actually, scratch that. Yes I do!