Yesterday was the Fourth of July, or Independence Day. Mrs Walles and her family seem to prefer the first name, I think the second one might be perceived as a bit formal or stuffy. Most people I've been interacting with haven't called it anything, but they have wished me a good weekend which they wouldn't normally do.
Last Fourth of July we did very holidayish things in Baltimore and went to see fireworks in the evening, which were spectacular even though we were in a fairly small town. Watching the displays they have in big cities like New York must be like reliving the Revolution itself.
Mrs Walles and I had similar plans this year and we started well with a waffle breakfast, but we ended up spending all day painting things outside the house and gardening. As we finished up it was already 7pm and all we really wanted was to sit still and have someone to bring us food, which the people at Domino's duly did for a small charge (which reminds me that I have to spill the beans on American pizza some day). We did at least get apple pie for dessert.
So not a picture-postcard Fourth for us this year, but looking around at what our neighbours were doing I could tell it was a typical one. Neighbours on both sides were taking advantage of the holiday and good weather to take care of things outside and I'm sure others were working on projects inside. I suppose with all our DIY we were asserting our own independence...though my tired muscles have today been rebelling and asserting their own independence now and then. I suppose at least they've got the right spirit.
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