It was 9:00 in the evening on the 4th of July and, like clockwork, Mom popped her head into the Arizona Room to say good night.  As a special treat, she also decided to give us a TV programming update on her way to bed.

“Boy, that Macy’s fireworks show sure was good,” she announced.  “You should have watched it.  See you in the morning.”  And with that, she was gone.  Our goodnights trailed behind her as we returned our attention to the program we were watching before being interrupted.

About 15 minutes later the sounds of professional fireworks thundered through the walls.  There’s a big sports complex about a mile from us and every Independence Day they put on a spectacular display.  Bill and I usually watch from the patio as the explosions light up the eastern sky with showers of red and white and blue and green and yellow and… well, you get the picture.  We decided to wait until our program was done before we planted ourselves on lawn chairs to watch to show.

Ten minutes later, as the credits started rolling across the screen, we heard the thud of Mom’s bedroom door as it was flung open and thrown against the wall.  This was followed by the whispering of rubber wheels against carpet as she made her way through the house towards the Arizona Room.  We looked at each other and Bill mumbled, “Here we go again,” as she rolled through the doorway and came to an abrupt halt by slamming her walker into the side of my beloved Ethan Allen chair.

“I think someone’s banging on the side of the house.  The walls in my bedroom are rattling,” she stated with obvious concern.

“Mom,” I sighed, “it’s the fireworks at the Peoria complex.  It’s the 4th of July.  Remember?”

“Oh, that’s right,” she replied with a little giggle and a shrug.  “And I thought someone was tearing apart our air conditioner to get at the copper.  Okay then, good night,” she said, turning around and toddling out of the room.

“What was it last year?” Bill asked.  “Someone was stealing our new windows?”

“Yup,” I replied.  “Should be interesting if we have to get a new roof next year.”


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