Independence Day

We had our Fourth of July (funny how they say the date for Independence Day the British way) on the Friday, so the workin' folk could have a full weekend and not have a Sunday hangover. By the time Bob and I got there the fire was already going and the mosquitos were in full swing. I tried to smoke myself with the fire to ward them off, but this did bugger all.
The gibbous moon was high and bright and I worked on my moontan for a while, downing some Poet beers and watching deer come in and out of the field. At one point there were six grazing on the grass, a few keeping watch on us. Fireworks kept scattering them so they eventually just stayed hidden.
Jake enjoyed his little ground fireworks we got on sale at Meijer and then it was time for the big ones. They went up above the trees and gave a good show. Gotta admit though: I prefer watching the fireflies' bums light up :)
Jake stayed up til about 12.30 and I wasn't long behind him. Bob, Jake and I stayed in the camper that stays out at the property. Bob stayed talking to his Uncle Jerry til 4.30 am.
A quiet Fourth of July - my second - but I was just happy to be here. It was a goal I'd set back when we first got our interview date for the Embassy and I thought maybe I'd been overly ambitious as July was only five months away. Got here sooner and had chance to settle in - madness.