I never served in the military, but I know many guys who have, and I think it’s important to recognize their sacrifices by observing Memorial Day. I don’t own a flag as the moment; mine sort of died from sun rot, but I’d certainly buy another if the guy to the left here would hold it for me. Aye-yi-yi, is he cute or what?
Last night’s neighborhood gathering was much larger than I’d expected. About forty people were there with a tent, tables, and lawn chairs. The food was great, all kinds of dishes to savor. I brought a bottle of wine to wash it all down with.
After the party, I spent a little time on my back porch, listening to a thunderstorm move across our island. Lightning bolts kept flashing, followed by thunder claps so loud they shook the house. I was tired after working all afternoon on my painting project next door, so I hit the bed pretty early.
This morning, I slept until nine. By then, the temperature outside was too hot for beach-walking, so I made my breakfast and then I got to work on my new novel, which is now at 48,000 words and still far from over. Certain aspects of the book involve occult practices, including astrology, and right now I’m trying to understand the practice of astrological charting. It’s fairly complicated stuff, and I personally don’t think it has any scientific validity, but still it’s interesting.
My boyfriend has the day off. Even though today is a holiday, we’ll visit the YMCA for a workout and lap-swimming. It’s too hot outdoors to ride a bike or even take a walk, but the “Y” is fully air conditioned and exercising there is actually comfortable. I’m not sure what we’ll do with our evening, but I’m roasting a whole chicken for dinner tonight.
Have a great Memorial Day, everyone, wherever you might be today. And if you are serving overseas in the military right now, I thank you for your sacrifice.