Not much going on out here on the 4th. Living in a tinderbox tends to dampen the good will towards backyard fireworks. In fact, they're illegal almost everywhere around here. And I don't just mean things like helicopters, cherry bombs, and M80's; we're talking no sparklers or coiling black snakes.
Yesterday's project was to install an arbor at the back of the deck heading into the untamed wilderness of the back area of the lot. It only took one extra trip to the hardware store, which is a pretty good record for me. I know if Keith was doing it, he'd have designed it and cut the pieces himself, but I was pretty happy with just getting the prefab version from Home Depot installed. Today my big task is to resurrect my fly fishing equipment and skills in preparation for returning to Greenhorn Ranch in another three weeks. Tomorrow it's off to Hal's traditional July 4th barbeque. They live on a hillside in Moss Beach overlooking the Pacific, and if we're lucky the fog will lift long enough to see it.
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