Hope y'all had a great 4th of July. Collin and I celebrated in the most logical way we could think of: hot dogs, fried chicken, apple pie--and a Captain America film festival.
Oh, come on--what's more American than Captain America?
I like barbecue, but Collin doesn't, so we settled on hot dogs and fried chicken. No, I didn't fry the chicken. We thought the guys at the fire department might like a day off. Besides, I prefer chicken that's edible. Nuking hot dogs in the microwave--now that I can do. Sometimes. Potato salad? Didn't do that myself, either. Got it at Sam's Club. The apple pies--hand pies, actually--came from Church's, along with the chicken.
I'm still a Hopalong Casualty, as Collin can testify. I have two bad knees, one arm that only operates at 50% (folding sheets, taking showers and washing my hair are real challenges). The walker helps as far as venturing out into the real world. And my brain pretty much does what it wants to. If it wants me to write, I can write. If not, well, I go full couch potato.
We skipped Fair St. Louis, as we do every year. I have a thing about crowds and pickpockets. There were plenty of fireworks--even though they're illegal in St. Louis County, neighbors up the street celebrated with a bang. Literally. I told Collin I didn't think the birds, rabbits or squirrels would be around this morning.
So...how did you (Americans) celebrate?