Myth Happens

It rained all Fourth of July, but we grilled all the things anyway. And made strawberry ice cream in the stubborn creaky hand-cranked churn even though we couldn't sit out on the front steps as usual; we kept to the summer kitchen, where my brother was lighting the grill and flaming Nicholas Cage's Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance (2012) into the entertaining bargain. Co-conspirators in the ice-cream-making and eating of all the things included gaudior and rushthatspeaks, sairaali and M. (who brought two kinds of collards and lamb burgers!), and presently ratatosk and nurrynur. Many photos were taken of my nearly seven-month-old niece on her first major national holiday. Even more chaos than usual, partly occasioned by the storm and by the fireworks being rescheduled, but I am reliably informed it was good chaos. After everyone else had gone home from Lexington, I rewatched Pacific Rim (2013) for the first time since it was in theaters; it was in my head after last night. Totally holds up. This time it amazed me what a lean movie it is; its world feels so much richer than its runtime. The cats had were experiencing the complicated realities of cause and effect when we get home.

Almost inevitably, today is absolutely beautiful, sunny, and clear; I have turned off the air conditioner in the living room and opened all the windows so that I can feel summer drifting in. I'm not so thrilled about the car alarm across the street, but the breezes that don't feel like wafts from a steam bath are terrific. It is weather that reminds me of Maine; I should be going to Crescent Beach today, or Kettle Cove. I should be walking somewhere there's salt water.

Instead it is my seven-month anniverary with derspatchel and I think we are going to cook together and watch 1776 (1972). That is also a fine way to spend a day.