Sparklers

Saturday evening was one of those times at the beach that I am fairly certain my kids will remember.



Friends whom we have not seen in years came down to have dinner on the beach with us. That was great. At the same time, there was a little "reunion" of kids from S's preschool organized by a really fun mom. We parked near the reunion area so the kids S could see her friends while we saw our friends.



Later in the evening, our friends departed, but the preschool parents were hard-core. Several of us built fires (my husband recently acquired a very large wok that we use as our firepit) and we stayed until after 9PM chatting while the kids played with sparklers and danced to whatever music came on the radio. (There were also some fireworks, but the young yahoo assistant harbormaster shut that down. Don't think the rest of the town hasn't noticed the frequency with which he sets off fireworks. Drunk with power, that one.)

We let the boys put long sticks into our fire until the tips glowed, then they danced the sticks through the air until the ends burned out.



For all the crappy commuting and annoying small-town politics (and young yahoo assistant harbormasters drunk with power), this is why we live here. We're very lucky.