last night

we watched the fireworks from a tiny spit of beach - a small boat launch, really - and some nice person's deck right there.  dave said to lucy and no one else in particular, "you can't stand on the deck because that's somebody's house," and a woman - not the woman wearing the flag jacket, but maybe it was her companion? - replied out of nowhere, "it's my house and you can absolutely stand on the deck."  so lucy and i did.  there were mosquitos, but it didn't matter.

on the way home, bennett and i talked about this one life we get.  about how it's short and it's fragile and we wondered whether it makes sense to live carefully or to live with abandon.  i had just finished this book, so it was easy for me to be right there.