Thursday, July 4, 2013
Fourths Gone By... And How One Almost Passed Me
On Thursday morning of this past week I was all alone wondering how to best spend my day. Byron was off to the big city to buy tires. William and Greyson had been gone since Monday at Music Camp in another state.
Dalton was still with Tim and Vicki in Petrolina. I decided to use the net for a bit and then do a little cleaning and maybe some napping.
I turned on the computer and went, of course, right to Facebook first. Hmmm, I thought to myself - lots of red, white and blue today. I wonder what holiday it is in the States? I figured it out after a bit.
How does an American forget what day it is on the 4th of July?
Two back to back weekend retreats
No kids at home that week
No school - so no looking close at the calendar
Nobody here was celebrating!
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