Flags and pies
The mid-week holiday is either a delicious treat that fractures the grind of the work week or a terrible tease, a mongrel weekend. It felt like a lazy Sunday. The good thing is that I woke earlier, having forgotten to disarm my alarm, which permitted me the wee morning hours to clean my house and do some laundry. Then I took my mom and big sister out to see the house and to check out my new metal roof or rather the metal parts of my roof. Then my sister and I went and scoped out Ryobi power tools and chainsaw, but I bought nothing. I skipped the fireworks and instead made cherry hand pies and hung a authentic, made in the U.S.A. flag on my new front porch. Next time, remember a hammer and the ladder.