Fireworks
Posted on July 4th, 2012
I hate them.
I like the big, fancy municipal displays, sure. But the fireworks that every Tom, Dick, and Harry are currently setting off in the street? The acrid smoke blowing in the windows? That it sounds like fucking Sarajevo outside and has for the last six hours? That I hear dogs doing that awful panic bark? That this has been going on for weeks and will probably last another week?
I hate them.
Categories: Too much to ask?
You know what is weird? Neither of my dogs made a peep during the fireworks. Frank just sat on the stairs, at attention, but was quiet. This is the dog who will howl for a good five minutes every time the fire trucks roll by, and we live a block away from the fire station.
Phoebe slept through it. It’s okay. She’s old.
I miss New York, where private fireworks were illegal. Now I live in Indiana, and you can set them whenever you feel like it. I get really… hostile. My bad.
You, me, and P. both. And the cats, who were all doing nervous laps around the basement after we finally got P. to sleep – which took jacking her AC fan up to 11.
And heck, it’s not like it’s legal here, but people drive up to NH to get them (really big ones) and no one does anything about it.
I live in New York. Nobody who could enforce the rules does. I adore big, beautiful fireworks, but the ones that just make noise are AWFUL.
I’m a fireworks grinch too. They weren’t too bad on Canada Day, but Hallowe’en here is a nightmare.
I hate them too. I don’t get everyone’s obsession!
You guys, I am so glad I’m not alone; I was starting to feel like the Grinch. It would be one thing if people stopped at, say, 10 (which if you have a kiddo is still too late). But it was insane until after midnight!
Word. They stopped here at 1:30 a.m., and it took me until 3:30 to get the freaked out baby back to sleep. I don’t understand why people can’t just go to the big displays…clearly my dad needs to give them the talk about accidentally blowing their hands off. It worked on me!