Fireworks.

After working in the yard most all day. And helping to wash the two vehicles. Mr. Macho and I sat down to eat an early supper. He grilled his famous chicken leg quarters. And. They were the best he has ever done. Oh. So. Good. 

We cleaned up and drove into town to visit his dad. Mr. Macho coerced his dad into eating a few bites of his supper. 

When the sun started setting we went outside the nursing home and set up our chairs. And waited. Dark clouds and distant lightening were threatening. But. We waited some more. Then we enjoyed a lovely little fireworks show. 

Mr. Macho knows that I love the fireworks. So. It was at his suggestion that we stay and wait. It was not too long. But it was oh so lovely. The air had cooled. A breeze blew briskly. We even saw some old neighbors and had a good chat before the fireworks. Many of the nursing home residents were wheeled out to enjoy the show. Father-in-law did not want to come out. We asked. His nurse's aide asked. He said no. 

It was the most delightful little 4th of July I have spent in a while. 

And now, on with the rest of the summer. 

Be sweet.