Yikes.. another late night and I need to  leave  for NY at 5AM tomorrow. I’ll make this quick. We woke this morning in Megasett MA where my Sister and my folks were staying.

We woke early and had a nice talk with my mom as we watched the birds feed a few feet away. 

 I was so glad that I got a chance to see my folks and my sister and her kids. We’re going to try and make it down there one more time while they’re on the beach.

 

It was a beautiful morning . Around 8 we shoveled Gabe into the car and began the schlep back up to VT.

The highpoint of the trip back was a stop over at Hooksett Fireworks (http://www.nhfireworks.com/) 

We HIGHLY RECOMMEND that you check   this place out.. !. We popped in for a few small items.. and… well…   uh.. let’s just say we hope  the car doesn’t get hit by lightening. OK.. so we went a little overboard.   But as Christina the president of the place says.. it’s a common problem: everybody who walks in turns into a kid again.

 

 She was great.. it was like trying to buy a new car.. so many choices.. she helped us find just the right sort of heck raising mayhem .  Christina also showed us the special fireworks collection that she’d assembled in honor of the ‘Hookset Four’ (http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/story?id=3199506) the four town workers fired for improper gossip. It was national news a few weeks ago. The special collection  included Mortar clusters called “hicktown heaven”  , “parrots prattle”, “love on fire,” and “blond joke”.

She was great. We told her about Sam and his love of fireworks.. We also told her about how we sent  some of Sam’s ashes up in a green shower mortar. I think that makes us professionals of some sort. 

The titles and artwork on these things were just great

 

He rest of the trip was pretty uneventful.. as was the rest of the day for that matter. We got home around 1:30   To a very clean and peacful house

In time for Diane and Gabe to make the Burton Sale.   I finished cutting the lawn. It’s funny how even doing something like that makes me nostalgic.. how many times did Sam do that job with this mower.? . Everything is loaded with memories.

 

As usual, there were a passel of kids and adults circulating through the house all day.. It was like musical chairs.. when dinner hit the table our friends the Rossi’s where here as were   Pucket, Liz, Carolyn, Nick , Brad, Will.. so 11 for dinner… never, ever, ever a dull moment..

One sweet thing that happened as we prepped for dinner. I went out to grab a cucumber  from the garden.. As I walked in, I saw something big move.. I though.. maybe a big rabbit. As I reached down to pick the ‘cuke I saw the cutest, tiniest baby rabbit.. it was no bigger than an apple. It was sitting so still.. I guess scared stiff. I pretended not to see it.. I started singing ” I don’t see any  bunnies … no”.. and backed out of the garden… 

 

On that sentimental note.. G’nite all.. g’nite Sam..   look for fireworks.

 

-me