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[threeplusfire]

According to the thermometer in my back yard we're well over 100 again. I made the foolish decision to walk to the mail box. No sight of anything moving out there in the still, burning air. My yard is crispy. I had a nightmare about trying to put out fires from fireworks there.

Summer is a time for swimming and spending the rest of the time in the air conditioned caverns, reading and daydreaming. These days I follow the news on Twitter and wonder just how fucking cruel and ridiculous the New York Senate imagines it can be. I still find it boggling that they can just refuse to hear/vote on a bill already through the Legislature and the clamor of public voices, but devote their time to deciding whether sweet corn is a vegetable or not. It's really heartbreaking to watch one of the most important civil rights issues of my lifetime, gay marriage, be ignored in favor of discussing corn. Fucking corn.

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[orbie.livejournal.com]

I've been having nightmares about putting out firework fires too. My neighborhood is crispy, and we have a couple people around here who always try to outdo each other with their illegal fireworks displays. It's escalated in the 8 years we've lived here from a few Roman candles and one or two actual fireworks to a full-on display that's almost as good as the one downtown. Normally, it doesn't make me cranky, because I like fireworks and don't mind civil disobedience, but this year, it'll only take a stray spark or two to set this whole area on fire. I'm hoping they heed the ban this year and skip the show, but I'm going to have all my water hoses hooked up and ready and my fire extinguishers handy ... and I won't be sleeping until I know they are done popping things off.

[tsarina.livejournal.com]

I hear you. I live in that nebulous border zone of "is this the city or not?" and there are usually a lot of fireworks. It was bad enough last year, but I imagine my anxiety will be through the roof.