July 4th Blues

Happy 4th of July everyone!

Around here the 4th of July is a time for hiding out and wishing it was over. Our dog is terrified of the explosions and as long as people are setting them off, there is no rest for any of us. Restless nights = migraine attacks.

By the light of day, I sit pondering (stewing might be a more accurate word) how our society got to the point where we consider medical marijuana so dangerous it's illegal but somehow allowing anybody to purchase and set off explosives at home is totally cool. You don't need to be educated. You don't need to go through a safety class or training. You don't need a permit. Just come up with the money, spend the day drinking and then when the sun goes down and you are good and drunk go ahead and start setting off explosives. Go ahead and do that into the wee hours with no regard for your neighbors.

Think of all the deaths, serious injuries and fires started by these home fireworks in this country every year around the 4th. Not to mention the countless family pets who get terrorized. Shouldn't we leave dangerous explosives to the professionals and keep them away from neighborhoods?

I think so.

I hate this holiday. I'm not able to sleep until the random unknown idiots in the neighborhood behind our house either decide to stop or run out of explosives. Last night that was 1:30am. Tonight, who knows? Doesn't matter, it has already ruined my weekend.