A few pictures from tonight's fireworks. For a town of modest size, Ackley puts on a decent show. Particularly when one realizes they already had fireworks at Sauerkraut Days.
Ethan figured there was no telling
what could be done if the two firework displays could be combined, but I say there are some things you just don't do...
...separating pyrotechnics from fermented cabbage festivals, for example.
Any good shots of the bursts are accidental. I'm not fancy when it comes to shooting night pictures once a year.
If someone wants better shots from me then I want the firework thang 365 days in a row.
I'm sorry but that's the way it is.
It took me
months to learn "copy and paste." Taking snazzy pictures of rockets' red glare might involve adjusting the mode dial on the camera....or....something.
Here's one where the trees were trying to shoot down the fireworks in the air.
The last picture shows the grand finale, which naturally followed up with a couple of single "ka-
booms."
Still, the kids were pleased. Nolan thanked me FOUR SEPARATE TIMES for taking them.
So a pretty great day. And it even started well.
I was relaxing on the couch with a book and my second cup of coffee when in walked Derek and Melinda.
Qualified them as top prize contenders in the category, "Who
stays in the will? arrives first?" Jason popped in next and that's when I decided maybe, just maybe I should start on the stuff I'd wanted clean
before any of the kids arrived.
We did manage to tidy up (well, level 3 of the 10 point scale: one being nothing and 10 being "Oh alright...we
will try for the cobwebs") before Kendra swept in from Des Moines. She even stayed long enough to pick up her driver's license and eat. We were glad. Verbal barb quality always improves when Kendra's here.
In other news...oh wait, there isn't any other news.
AH YES, I just remembered....have to start up the ol' diet again, tomorrow. The loose pants are not so loose anymore. Love handles are just another name for "Fresh-strawberries-on-vanilla-ice-cream-with-chocolate-granola-sprinkled-on-top."
(completely incredible, by the way)
So it's back to writing down foods-n-calories, and hitting the treadmill; something I haven't done since breaking my toe.
It'll be Ma's independence from the tyranny of food.