Ending with a Bang

It's a beautiful morning in Chatham and the cardinals are singing outside. I do miss the cardinals. At any rate, it's decamp time which always gets my blood flowing eventhough I've had a very nice time visiting Lise & Mike (pictured) as well as their two dogs, Pebbles & Cody. I'm also including a photo of an old family friend, Kaz (with Dusty), who for years lived in Kap and now resides in Chatham as well.

Last night was Canada Day celebrations here and they do things slightly different than out west. It would seem that pretty much anyone can have as many explosives as they can purchase, and ignite them anywhere and anytime. The off-chance that the neighborhood could be torched or that impulsive kids could rip bones and tear flesh right off each other's bodies from ill-timed detonations or poorly prepared bombs didn't seem to phase anyone. My sister said that this was the "american" influence down here. Ok. So, what to do. What else? We went for a walk in the neighborhood to witness the carnage. If we're lucky, we'll be close enough to see some of the "fireworks". Sure enough, things were going off in all corners. She actually had to give one of the dogs a sedative (???) to calm him down from the incoming missiles. This in a land where thunder storms shatter windows and tornado warnings are pratically daily nuisances. A concussion blast here, rapid burst of petards there, "... Oh, how I love the smell of burned gunpowder last thing before going to bed..." Remind you of any movie? One where you thought that this guy was nuts? Not so nuts anymore ...

Ah, what the years of accumulated wisdom allow you to do, n'est-ce pas?

So onward to Windsor and let's hope road damage from last night's festivities has been minimal.