To celebrate that accomplishment (and Independence Day, I suppose), I went to hang out with
I got all twitchy and had to set off what pyrotechnics I had. You know those sorts of things that come in a box set of fireworks, but they’re fairly lame so you don’t even bother setting them off? (Yet still better than what we used to have in Arizona, where all fireworks were illegal, except for the little Pop Its (the ones you set off by throwing them on a hard surface) and Smoke Balls (about the size of a ping-pong ball, you light them and they dribble forth an anemic stream of colored smoke that might fill a VW Bug if all the windows were rolled up).) Well, I had some strobe-effect fireworks and some elderly sparklers. I’d tie two or three of the strobes and a sparkler or two to a length of cannon fuse and set those off. They weren’t much, but they kept me occupied until the barrage of nearby pyrotechnics slowed, and we set off our Grand Finale.
I don’t find Sparklers that exciting individually, but when 567 of them are bundled together, they do up right nice.
After that, there wasn't much to do but go home, and be lulled off to sleep by the screeches and bangs of late-night fireworks.
* I’ve since decided to postpone that series for a while, so I’ll have to figure out what to do for next week. Ah, the life of a Creative Genius!