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We did a whole lotta nuttin' today. Had to stay near the house, to keep the smoker stocked with wood, and to babysit the dog. She did real well until about 5:00 tonight. The booms started, and are in full swing as I write this. It is now 11:15, and the thunder is constant. I gave her one tranquilaizer at 6 or 7, then another around 9, so she was pretty doped up for the major portion. She lays on her big pillow bed, that we put into her favorite hiding spot...the back bathroom. She cowers, pants, and drools. Her heart rate is pretty darned fast, and I feel so sorry for her.

On the other hand, I feel sorry for us, always being trapped by her shortcomings. Since she was heavily drugged, and there was nothing more we could do for her, I asked Mike and Caityn is we should risk it, and leave. I said we could probably get close enough to see the display without getting out of the car. Maybe just from a distance. they jumped at the chance, so we piled into the Jeep, and left the house at 9:45. Lynnwood City has a 17 minute, $15,000 show going on at 10:15...Could we make it?

We drove the back road towards the mall, and took the loading dock road towards Target, behind Toys R Us...Pulled into the Kohl's parking lot, and then decided that was too easy. We walked to the actual field where the big party had been going on all day, sat on a hill, with our heads pointed towards the show. It was 10:06, and a lady said we had 11 minutes. I was happy, because that isn't long considering our last minute plan. Within two minutes, the show started! It lasted 20 mintues, not the 17 that was posted at the website. We made it back out on the loading dock road, and onto the Freeway without incident. And some people make these plans months in advance...sheeeesh

Mike smoked ribs today, and a beer can chicken. (well it was a Coke can, but when in Rome, ya know) I made Carmen's Baked Beans, with a bit of a Rachel Ray 30 minute flare. They turned out better than any of her beans that I have ever made. I think I will be having them for breakfast. Brittany brought a bag of fresh strawberries over, and I made a fruit dip, and we devoured them whole. I think I have eaten more watermelon in the last two days than I have in the last 10 years. -burp-

I found time to wash Detlef today. The neighbor came over, and offered some help on getting Mikes melted pants off of the chrome exhaust pipes. He came back with some fine steel wool, and I tried it out, thinking I maybe was screwing it up worse, but it looked terrible at that point, so what the heck? It acutally worked out real well! He gave me the wool, and I kept scrubbing. I then put the leather saddle bags back on, and used the leather conditioner on the seat, bags, and grips. Then a spritz of wax spray stuff, and he looks as if he wants a big ride. I know I do. Perhaps in the morning.

Caitlyn and I were looking at the tomato tree, counting the little green balls. The poor thing had outgrown its container. I refuse to put it into the ground, as the slugs get more of the plant than I do. We found a big recycle container, and put some rocks in the bottom, then some potting soil. Got the root bound tree out of the smaller bucket, and planted into the big one. It is sitting on my park bench, up and away from the slugs and bugs. The thing came with a small cage for support, but I have a few bigger ones from years past. I put one of the big ones behind the bench, and intertwined the branches into it. I do not know much about plants, I hope I haven't killed the thing. I know I did knock a baby tomato off, and I nearly wept.

The thunderous booms are still out there, although they are growing farther apart, and more distant. Hopefully Mickey has survived yet another 4th of July. I need sleep.

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