We decided to invite a bunch of neighbors over yesterday evening to watch us light some fireworks. Altogether we had about twenty people, thought it fluctuated a bit as some would come and some would go.
Suddenly we heard a tremendous BOOM!!!!! We looked over and saw a pillar of smoke. Turns out another neighbor had shot off his cannon. (Yes, we have a neighbor with a cannon. This is Idaho, after all. And before anyone asks, yes it’s legal – for him. I won’t explain further beyond that.)
I wasn't the only one taking pictures.
I asked everyone to assemble for a group shot.
At dusk the kids lit sparklers.
Then Don started with the cones and other fancy fireworks.
The dogs were in the yard during all this, and at one point I figured I'd better check up on them. Major was fine, but I found poor Lydia huddled in the farthest corner of the yard. I put both dogs in the house. Major just sacked out in his usual spot (he's a fairly complacent old boy) but Lydia rushed into my office cubbyhole and hid under my desk.