Timing the washout carefully

The rumblings began around 5 pm, and I decided I'd bring in the flag; the rain kicked in a few minutes later.

It didn't last all that long, but it had a dampening effect, so to speak, on the Fireworks of Dubious Legality in the neighborhood. (Technically, it's not dubious at all, as the city has banned all that stuff except for licensed operators, but it sounds funnier this way.) I heard fewer than twenty actual firecrackers during the evening, the equivalent of maybe 1.5 North Korean missiles. Then again, this area is short on actual kids, the primary audience for noisemakers and such — not that their absence has helped my lawn any.

Still, hey, a Fourth of July is a Fourth of July, even if it's on a Tuesday.

Posted at 7:40 AM to General Disinterest