Dear Friends,
Nothing happened today. Our neighborhood was still. Until now, that is — it’s dark now -- fireworks time, and there are rumblings from somewhere near the bridge, where Zing and I last saw them New Year’s Eve. That’s when Zing reminded me Dogs Do Not Like Fireworks. So tonight he’s wearing his Thundershirt (a snug wrap that’s supposed to feel like a hug to take a dog’s mind off his problems). In a minute I’m going to sneak onto the balcony to see the show.
This afternoon, walking around Capitol Park, we said hi to a young man and his mom. When the guy bent to pat Zing I noticed he had a musical instrument in a case on his back. “Is that a ukulele?” I asked. I think I kind of pounced. “It’s part ukulele,” he said. Delighted that someone cared, he took it out of the case and showed me. It had six strings, not four. He played me a little bit, and said he’s just learning. He likes the ukulele size because he travels a lot, but he wants the six-string sound. Perfect.
On Independence Day, don’t forget Abraham Clark, our — or your, some of you — ancestor who signed the Declaration of Independence. I took out a $2 bill and said hi to him, there on the back with the other signers. He makes this day even more special.
Happy Fourth!
Love,
k
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| Woman with turquoise umbrella in the rose garden |
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| Abraham Clark: from biographies of the signers |
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