Carlton and I loved Independence Day. And, our last July 4th was no exception. In this picture I was playing around with the remote release feature of my new camera and Carlton was polishing his sword. If he were still alive he would most likely be rattling it this July 4. I didn’t think anything of this image until after Carlton died. That Is when I realized that it was our last picture together.
I am taking a pass on this July 4. I have closed my blinds and do not plan on watching the fireworks. Or the flyover. Or the tanks. Or listening to the speech. I may watch the annual PBS July 4 concert. Or maybe not. The only thing that I would like to see is the Trump baby blimp. Which the FAA will not allow off the ground.
I am not as perky as I would like after my victory lap around the planet. Getting old sucks. But, it beats the alternatives. For now. The trick is to keep the brain and body sort of synchronized. Don’t want one to fail before the other. Mine seem to be degrading gracefully and in sync.