Speaking of which, I don't know where the gross or two of leftover bottle rockets got off to. I'm going to do a sweep through the bedroom, but I enjoy sitting outside, just watching the show others put on. It rained a little earlier and they're calling for (at least a chance of) thundershowers throughout the evening, so it should be a nice night for it - a little humid until the moon's had a chance to cool the day away - with plenty of dark clouds so you can see the fireworks better and hopefully a little lightning (in the clouds, only) to boot.
I'll get to play through a little of the D&D campaign later on, as well. I'm having both guys set their characters' goals for the rest of their lives. Actually, the War Cleric will probably still get together with me and either run him on solos or at least play the enemy troops for battles and all-out wars. Our Wizard friend is leaving for parts unknown (well, known to him... and us) and isn't likely to be back anytime real, real soon (if ever). Of course, we will still keep in-touch online and will hopefully see one another again one day, but he did not get into D&D as much as I'd hoped. He said, "I just don't have much of an imagination," and as much as I railed against it at first, and do in general today, he has a point.
He said it, not me! Although I did pull out a lot of stops to try to make him feel more comfortable and so on, so I take only some of the blame. This ties-in to a whole post I have on why tabletop RPGs will (hopefully) make a comeback in another generation or two, but this is a holiday for cripe's sake! So, for the sake of the cripes, enjoy it! We'll have plenty other days (God willing) to trash-talk the younger generation and their sock-hop bobby pins and Billy Beer.
HAPPY 4th o' JULY, WEIRDLINGS!
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
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