The month of July is pretty darn famous for celebrating American Independence Day. Our 4th of July is a unique celebration of all that is Red, White and Blue. Fireworks brighten up the evening sky, while the ubiquitous grilling of jumbo hotdogs and over-sized burgers adds aromatherapy to backyards across the US of A.
(You did remember the ice cream, right? Festooned it with extra whipped cream, nuts and a big red cherry? Of course you did. The Nation’s b-day party demands dessert.)
This year we decided to add a little more “fireworks” to our holiday menu. Helllooo, we went with the Pay-Per-View telecasts of the Grateful Dead final concerts from Soldier Field in Chicago –yeah, my home town. The old man and I were shutout of the shows by people with faster Internet connections and/or bettah luck. (Pulleeze don’t say they had much bettah karma than moi, OK? I did get to see them in Santa Clara, man.)
The hubby brought home a feast to go from a nearby barbeque joint. My house smelled like the Old South. And, oh yeah, I never pass on ice cream on a major holiday. Believe it.
We were SO ready to partay.
What surprised us was when our doggy diva Rosie pranced into the family room wearing her canine hippie gear. She obviously thought we were going to view the Grateful Dogs on TV. She must have spotted (NOT the fabric) my Grateful Dogs tie-dye shirt, replete in tap-dancing dogs, instead of the usual dancing bears. (Are you following this?) She even had her love beads around her neck. HOW did she get them over that furry head?!
Our poor girl: She howled when there were no Grateful Dogs, and then she howled late into the night along with the fireworks.
(Next year she needs to have a couple Margaritas with her dinner. I’m just sayin’.)
Next celebration was for the Dalai Lama’s big Eight-oh. Hard to believe, but I wanted even more ice cream plus a birthday cake to celebrate this auspicious day. His Holiness could award my husband some extra good karma for getting a single layer cake decorated with “Happy Birthday, Dalai Lama.” I divinely decorated my dining table for this special Tibetan occasion. OM yes I can!
Next day was Ringo Starr’s 75th birthday. I know, how did this happen? He was in his twenties one day, the next thing I know he’s turning seventy-five. All Ringo requested for his big 75 was for everyone on the planet to stop where they were at Noon, open the door and shout “Peace and love, peace and love!” You probably know I love Ringo, and you must know that I love peace and love, so I was more than happy to oblige.
Although some neighbors may have been thinking it’s just that crazy hippie-chick again, the red squirrel community rattled the higher fronds on our palm tree –in appreciation, I’m thinking. We ate “Dalai Lama” off the bottom of this yummy cake the previous evening, so we eagerly dug into the “Happy Birthday” half for Ringo. I decorated the table for him as well.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Next up was the 20th anniversary (no more cake, man) of the last Grateful Dead concert performed with the entire band in Chicago. I decorated my table for that, too. My hubby said I have way too much time on my hands. But it provides me with creative opportunity and brings me joy. Joy in July. So I go for it!
I’m gonna tell y’all about ONE other groovy celebration we had in July: We headed to the town of Benicia to visit an old friend. You must cross the Carquinez Strait, which means there’s a bridge involved. As we were getting close to the bridge we noticed a small car ahead festooned with bright metallic paint and glitter. It was a glamorous sight to see. Totally groovy, it was. The car suddenly swerved to avoid an inattentive driver in the next lane. The negligent driver failed to give a signal and the FAB car swerved sharply to the right. Gasp. As we approached this auto we could not help but notice some words on the rear window: “Headed to Section ONE D.” Then on the side windows were two large heart shapes with the name “Harry” glittered inside one of them, and “Louis” inside the other.
It was now obvious that these young ladies were returning home from the previous evening’s “One Direction” concert in Santa Clara. These ladies obviously have good car-ma! You think? The highlight of the long day for me was seeing a contented herd of goats happily munching at a hillside buffet just outside the neighborhood where we were headed.
Although my Rosie did not get to see any grateful dogs, I was so blessed to view some groovy goats.
(NO photos as the hubby forgot his camera. Bummer.)
Peace, love, laughter & joyful jammin’ in July,