July 4th. It's Independence Day in the United States, and frankly - you wouldn't be able to tell in my neighborhood. There were no parades today, and there won't be any fireworks.
Why? Because America is full of jackasses who need a three day weekend.
That's right, rather than celebrate a traditional day of patriotism, they'd rather just postpone it a day so everyone can sleep in one day more. Geh.
And it's not like I don't understand making Monday a day off or anything... make it a day off, that's fine! But for pete's sake, leave the parade and fireworks on July 4th itself. I don't think I'm asking a whole lot here. The first signature on the Declaration of Independence wasn't signed July 5th! This is the United States, not Venezuela!
(Okay, so if you don't get the Venezuela reference, I am ordering you to pick up an encyclopedia and look it up.)
I'm still ill, which is unfortunate. It's been a fickle weather day, switching from absolutely beautiful to dreary to gorgeous again. I've been spending it watching TV and rereading Sarah Vowell's Take the Cannoli for the umpteenth time.
I lent my copy of Sarah Vowell's The Partly Cloudy Patriot to Erika, so she could have something to read while she's off in Oregon. Her flight took off this morning, so I won't be able to hang out with her again until the Fall at the earliest (if she gets the gig in Russia that she's applied for, I won't see her until mid-Winter). So, let's all wish her a good flight and drive - as she'll be in transit until 10:00pm or so.
Erika also asks that if anyone has any books that they think she'll like, to send them to her - as the nearest library from where she's stationed is a two hour drive. Yeah, she's going to get bored some.