July 5th, 2020

Good Omens

So Far...

It's 9:28 as I start typing this. The day after the 4th of July, which sounded like a war zone in many, many cities and towns. Many. (...many.)

I heard second-hand today that a six-year-old dog died from the stress of last night. The stress of that much noise and shock, on what's supposed to be a happy holiday, but this year one where even more people than usual blow up fireworks they really shouldn't have. Even before this, I'd soured on non-professional use of fireworks. Displays by pros, who know what they're doing? I want to enjoy those still; I'm not sure that I will. Am I headed toward saying "Screw it, make every firework illegal"? Maybe.

I've been wondering if tonight would be another fireworks night. As of now: no. I heard a smattering of small booms down the street, earlier today. As in the 2:00 p.m. hour. Since then, nothing.

Wondering if that will hold out.

9:55 p.m. A few booms, though fewer (and feebler) than the afternoon ones.

10:28 p.m. One boom, distant. Maybe within a mile.

10:37 p.m. One, closer.

11:02 p.m. Single boom, distant. A minute later, another single boom, slightly different direction. Two minutes later, another single sound.

11:13 p.m. One, maybe closer.