Daily Archives: July 4, 2012
CELEBRATING THE FOURTH!
The Fourth Of July 2012 began a midnight with a Firecracker Moon. I had gone outside to see who was shoot firecrackers in the right of way behind the house. Whoever they were, they fled at my arrival. When I turned to go in the house I saw the moon beaming through the tall spruce tree.
An impressive lunar photo with a distant star or planet on the side.
Then I went in and went to bed to dream of Tom, John, Ben, Richard Henry, Caesar and all the other patriots who made our great country possible.
In case you’ve ever wondered, this is the small meeting room in Independence Hall where the 2nd Continental Congress met on a hot July day to approve their Declaration Of Independence. Like all congresses, it went through a lot of bickering, badgering, shouting and walking out before the finally agreed to agree. Then they began editing Tom Jefferson’s work down to a fourth of what he had written. They also set the pattern for many congresses to follow. While they approved the declaration on July 4, it wasn’t signed until August 2.
For anyone visiting my home today, I created a collection of patriotic foods. For lunch, it was Tuna Salad Torpedos.
It was my original tuna salad (canned tuna, chopped celery, bell pepper and onion, sweet pickle relish, Duke’s Mayo and shredded jack cheese served on a toasted hot dog bun) accompanied by a frosty Red Rock Cola … Atlanta’s favorite since 1885.
For dinner I made my International-American Goulash … ground round, onions, celery, bell peppers, kidney beans, pinto beans, tomato salsa, and mini-cheese ravioli simmered to perfection and topped with shredded cheddar jack cheese.
On the side I had plenty of fresh baking powder biscuits.
For a refreshing dessert I served individual cups of frozen yogurt.
Orange cream is my favorite … just like a Dreamsicle in a cup.
So Happy Birthday to US!
OMG! IT WAS A MINI-MARTIAN LOOKING IN MY BACK DOOR!
It’s bad enough that Mlle. Renee and I are going to be plagued by pyromaniacs posing as patriotic Americans tomorrow afternoon and evening by exploding bomb-grade fireworks during a severe drought, but apparently they couldn’t wait! So they began setting off their concussive cacophony as soon as the sun set this evening. And something new has been added to annoy us older humans and canines … a firecracker and/or bomb that sounds like a cannon burst or dynamite explosion. Who knows, maybe it was dynamite. Fearing the explosives would ignite the currently dried lawn grasses, I went out on my back deck to see where the fireworks were being set off. I opened my door and I saw a Martian staring into my eyes!!!
Well, I knew it wasn’t a Martian … but it could have been a mini-triffid! But I recognized it as a praying mantis. I don’t know why, but mantises don’t seem to be afraid of humans. Naturally, I named this one Marvin. At least I hope this one was male … and not female. If it was a female, she might have been sizing up my head and figuring how big she would have to grow to bite it off!
My mother love mantises and she would let them crawl all over her hands and arms as she moved them to her backdoor garden to protect her flowers from summer’s chewing and chomping insects. She used to name them, and would visit them in the garden sticking her hand out so they could jump on it. Then as she talked to them, they would sit there moving their heads back and forth as if they were listening to her.
I never did have the heart to tell her that they were related to the cockroaches that she hated.
They do look a little like mini-Martians. Maybe I could catch one, and convince the juvenile pyromaniacs that they really are Martians and they’re attracted by the sound of fireworks exploding. And the when they eat, they prefer the fingers of sleeping boys that smell of gunpowder!
Bwahahaha!
... a somewhat unknown or perhaps imaginary actor, writer, director, producer, photographer, friend, brother, uncle and all round good fellow that you really should get to know because he lives with that most glamorous fourpaw Mademoiselle Renee. (Mlle. Renee for short)
