4th of July

The day began with a lot of cooking before the boys got up–lasagna, fruit salad and beach sandwhiches–and egg and cheese sandwhiches when they did arise. Once fed and slathered with 60 spf ( the sky was BLUE BLUE BLUE) we headed to the beach. While the boys, including John, went swimming, I settled into my book. After about 15 minutes a seagull swooped near my head and pooped on me. YES–it landed on the inside of the right lens of my eading glasses. An older woman from NY looked over and said “that is so unusual, and gross.” I felt much better after her condolance. After a quick rinse in the water, I was good to go.

The rest of the beach trip was uneventful and we left to go home around 2:30 because our friend, John’s oldest and best friend, Paul was on his way to visit for the night. We also had to get ready for the parade. We (boys and me) rode our bikes to Edgartown for the parade at 5:00 pm and fireworks at 9:30. 

I love a parade–the flags, bagpipes, penny whistles and school bands–it doesn’t get much better to me. See photo essay below:

I
American flags and service men start the parade.
American flags and service men start the parade.
Massachusettes Colonial Army...they stopped and sang a sea chanty.

Massachusettes Colonial Army...they stopped and sang a sea chanty.

Our country tis of thee sweet land of liberty...

Our country tis of thee sweet land of liberty...

Chris, Luke, and Tristan had more fun annoying some nearby girls than they did watching the parade. They purposefully blocked their views as the girls asked REPEATEDLY if they would step back. The more they asked and threw candy at them, the wider their block became. Both sides relentless, the standoff did not end until the last firetruck passed.

"Mom, watch the bikes, we'll be back."

"Mom, watch the bikes, we'll be back."

And so after the parade, we killed some time and then headed out to Edgartown Harbor to watch the fireworks.

Sight of the fireworks.

Sight of the fireworks.

Luke, ever the adventurer and most likely a future discoverer of sorts, found the perfect location for watching the fireworks. I was called from my bike watching post and we dragged the bikes to the farthest edge of the point and got perfect front row seats for the show. It was a great show, quite extravagent with what seemed like three or four grand finales.

And the rockets red glare...

And the rockets red glare...

And then the call went out for a ride home so John and Paul met us in Edgartown. They took two bikes and rode home, I drove home with the precious cargo–three teenage boys–two bikes and two fishing poles. It was a great 4th of July!

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s


%d bloggers like this: