Fourth of July

Fireworks are just so fucking splendid. We trundled ourselves to the beach tonight, after a dreary, fog-ridden day (not unusual for summer in Santa Barbara), hauling our chairs and blankets and -- guilty pleasure -- KFC for dinner. My sister hooted and hollered over every explosion, my daughter complained about the noise, my husband kept up a running commentary... and I sat in open-mouthed silence, which is typical of how I like to enjoy such things. I found myself wishing I could be there all alone, just once, but I really wouldn't trade any of them