Go Fourth and conquer

After a fiery furnace of a lion of a June in the Midlands of South Carolina, July came in like a balmy breeze-laden lamb. Perfect for sitting outside by the pool in the middle of the day.
I tripped over Erica's flip-flops while she basked on a float. She told me she could put her flip-flops wherever she wanted (sass!) so I put them where I felt they truly belonged: in the pool.
TG and Audrey looked on with what I interpreted as mild disdain. I get this look often from family members and I've stopped trying to figure out what I'm doing wrong. Besides, I don't take much off people who wear two pairs of glasses AT ONE TIME.
Later, after dark, TG (not for nothing but I love it when his hair looks like this) helped us girls play with cheap fireworks.
Javier thought the end of the world was at hand, but it was only a sparkler. It didn't help that bombs were bursting in air all over the neighborhood.
Later (really later) we made fruit trifle a la Nostalgic Nana ... thanks luv, for posting that recipe! ... except we did not make orange pound cake but only plain. Everything else was the same.
We had that rouge-blanc-bleu thing going on with the strawberries, blueberries, and whipped cream.
To round out the day in keeping with the spirit of rouge-blanc-bleu ... or should I say bleu-blanc-rouge ... (having seen to it that our collective sweet tooth was amply cared for), and to scratch our ever-present Gallic itch, we watched Marion Cotillard's spectacular star turn in La Vie En Rose.
It was the first time for the other three to see it. Of course I cried ... again. At the end. Actually a bit before the end. I start crying when Edith realizes Marcel has died.
Listening to my Edith Piaf CD today as I prepare hamburgers, potato salad, and baked beans. Don't you love long holiday weekends?


Reader Comments (3)
Sounds like you had a ball.
So what's with all the Frenchie stuff on July 4th? I could make a whole lot of jokes about that but I won't! 8-] And you're welcome. I envy you and your pool, it was so stinkin' cold here yesterday that we all wore sweaters while we were swirling our sparklers.
Family and fun, and a pool to cool off in. sounds good