In which it must suck to be a first responder.

It’s the 4th here in M-F, which means at least ten amateur large fireworks displays within a half mile of our house. It’s insane. I can sit on the patio and see four without even turning my head, it’s loud as hell, and even in the dark there’s a massive smoke haze.

Heard about four sirens half an hour ago, and then another two or three shortly after, so I assume all the first responders are already out dealing with fires and blown-off digits. Went ahead and ran the big sprinkler on full blast in the dry back yard so that if (when) a shell lands it won’t set the entire property on fire.

Note to self: next year, figure out how to hose down the entire roof by, oh, 8:45. Just in case.

It’s a truly enormous amount of fireworks out here every year. Just 360 degrees of noise and smoke and pretty lights. I don’t mind fireworks, but I can totally see how this night would suck ass if you were back from Iraq with PTSD or whatever.

I tried to take a photo of the view from the patio, but cell phones aren’t great for that sort of thing. Just know there are A LOT OF FIREWORKS VISIBLE FROM OUR HOUSE RIGHT NOW!