Fourth of July

[shiredancer]

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

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Re: I don't think so

[shiredancer.livejournal.com]

Oh, and thank you for that hug! I know which one you're talking about, and yes, that *was* a "writing" piece as well as a strong, sudden outpouring of old, raw hurt -- I guess I was exorcising a demon there. Or maybe exercising it, LOL, sometimes hard to tell! I debated whether to actually post that or not as it seemed possibly too personal and revealing, but then I thought, what the heck, this is *MY* LJ. And when I reread what I wrote I thought, hey, I think I just told a whole story in about two sentences and if nothing else, that's a pretty good exercise in being concise.

So thanks again, and I do NOT feel stalked. ((((Chrysti)))) (Do you have any idea how long it took me to figure out that all these parentheses indicate hugs????)