Fireworks were fun, food was (over) filling, and the heat took a miniature break as a nice breeze blew in and cooled us down to a chilly 99 instead of the 112 of July 3rd!
My son and I made bouquets for my mom and dad and took them out to the cemetery in the early afternoon. I kinda lost it then...and when the classical music came on to the fireworks over Washington D.C. and Boston Harbor on television last night I felt like my heart was being wrung out. My dad would tell me the name of each song played, he was always on the edge of his seat, so excited for the Holiday of the fourth of July. I sat, listening to the music and watching the fireworks, with tears running down my cheeks. I finally concluded that Dad had THE BEST seat to watch his beloved Boston Pops celebration and finally, finally I could stop the tears.
One of my favorite memories of this day was the year that both my husband and my father were racing away as they lit those oh so necessary fireworks in the front of my parents home. I can still hear mom and I telling them, like the little boys they seemed, to "be careful". My mom actually went over and rolled up my dad's pant legs so that he could run! A really great memory. I'm SO glad that I have those, but at the same time, it hurts, so much to know that they are no longer here to share these times with us again. I am now the only one in my house who enjoys potato salad and deviled eggs. Dad loved both. Of course I had to make them, for tradition sake, and I sat at the table and thought of him, as I attempted to enjoy these treats myself.
In response to the inquiries about the work on the house:
I am beyond disgusted and stressed to the point of blowing the bathroom up!
The maintenance man came to work about three times in June. He told me that they found a spot on his lung, cancer. He told me that his girlfriend was moving back to her hometown, several hours north of us, and that he was planning to move with her. He promised to complete the work here before they moved. And then... He stopped showing up, would not return my emails or phone calls, and finally I sent a registered letter explaining that he had not completed ANY of the jobs that he was commissioned to complete, telling him that I felt that he had betrayed my trust and taken advantage of us, and demanding that he either refund us or complete the work in the next ten days. The plan now is small claims court.
The tenth day is tomorrow. Any bets on him showing up for work??
