Fireworks

Wednesday was the hottest day so far - according to the weather people, the heat wave would slowly abate after that (although I didn't feel appreciably cooler on Thursday). On Wed. I mostly loafed around conserving energy.

About 5 pm Jordan, Kerri, and the kids came by, and we sat in the basement to have a drink. Then we all piled in their van, and went down to Kits beach. We were very lucky to get a parking spot right in the park - a nice young man was leaving as we drove in AND gave us his parking tag, good until 2 am!

We walked up Yew Street checking out the restaurants, and settled on a fish place, only to find that our server was Shira, my nephew Morgan's partner! We had a delicious dinner and a beer, then went down to the beach and established our little spot with chairs, blankets, beach toys, and hot kids. All of us except Jordan went in the water, which was refreshing and not too cold.

The sunset was pink and impressive without gaudiness, although it seemed to take a long time to get dark. It was entertaining to watch people as the beach filled up with a fireworks crowd. I provided some entertainment myself, no doubt, as when I went to the women's washroom to pee and change from my bathing suit, I found I had forgotten my shorts and, rather than walk all the way back to the blanket and then have to wait in line again, I chose to walk back wearing my t-shirt and blue underpants. I told myself that since the underpants covered as much as my bathing suit bottom, it really didn't matter, but I did notice a few people looking at me oddly!

JR came on his motorcycle and used his cell phone to call and locate me, so he was in time for the fireworks, which came on as advertised, at 10 pm. The country was England, so the music Jords found on the radio started with God Save the Queen. The fireworks were exciting and fun. I have always loved them, and am incapable of being critical - they were bright, and colourful, and big and star-shaped and saucer-shaped, and so on....I just enjoyed them all, and have no idea how they rated against the previous 2 fireworks displays.

Of course it took us quite a while to get through the traffic and home (JR made better time on his motorcycle, and was there to help us unload the folding chairs), but it was still worth it. For me, it meant that I got to see the fireworks with such ease, with the kids, so it was great. Otherwise, with JR's lukewarm attitude to them, and the inconvenience of the traffic, we would not have gone.