What A Lame Ass July 4th Post!

Please excuse my previous post. It was frickin' lame as hell!

So, my day went fairly well. I decided to just lay low and had some dinner with some friends. No BBQs, no sweating (well, not TOO much anyway), no faux convos with people I don't know. Just some chicken, corn, good people and THE BEST FRUIT SALAD I HAVE EVER MADE.

I spent an obscene amount of money on fruit today. Mom suggested I go to the produce stand right around the corner since it's cheaper, but their stuff is always iffy and I thought it would be picked over. So, I went to the market and took my time choosing the fruit. Fruit is such a major part of my consumption these days that I've become something of a connoisseur. I think I may have just spelled that correctly on my first try. Lemme check...hold, please...HOLY SHIT, I DID!

Anyway, I'm not a fruit snob, I just appreciate really good fruit. Everyone does, I know, but when you eat as much of it as I do, you REALLY appreciate it.

Damn. I have to go get some right now...brb.

Cherries, blueberries, honeydew...all personal faves. Wow, lots of ellipses tonight.

It's cool out. It's currently 75.

So, after my good dinner and good fruit salad with some good people, a not-so-good thing happened to remind me that I don't know SHIT about stress or anxiety. It's most likely nothing, but I still don't know yet, so cross your fingers that the not-so-good thing ends up just being an annoying thing.

I came home around 8:30 p.m., which was perfect timing. My mother's condo is situated such that I can see the fireworks displays of four different towns. The development in which she lives has several retention ponds, the largest of which is where the best view of these fireworks displays can be seen.

So, I leashed up my dog and we headed out back, two souls longing to see some pretty, bright, sparkly things. Ok, one soul wanted to see that. The other one wanted to pee and poop on every blade of grass within a 15 foot radius. I won't tell you which was which, though.

There I was, standing on the "bank" of the mini-lake, listening to my iPod, and watching some fireworks in the distance while my dog strained at the leash in a wide 360 angle around me. We were accompanied by about 30 geese, quietly buoyant. At one point, I took my eyes off the horizon and the fireworks and looked at the audience of geese, who all seemed to be drifting toward me purposefully. I'm not kidding. They were facing me and heading in my direction.

I looked around me to see if any geese had snuck up on either side of me, but all I saw was my dumb dog, trying to pee on everything even though his well had run dry. I turned back to the geese and I realized: Holy shit. I'm the Goose Whisperer. Then Duncan circled round and scared them off. They all did an about-face and left me there alone, without purpose, only my iPod and my dog to console me in the face of their tufted rejection.

Fortunately, like a three year-old, the colorful pyrotechnic display was enough to coax some serotonin from my brain within mere seconds, the fowl soon forgotten.

It's lucky that I am so easily delighted. If only there had been puppets!