4th fun...
Jul. 5th, 2003 12:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
home_and_awayAfter much shuffling and driving ( I HAVE MY CAR BACK! SHE'S SO PRETTY AND SHINEY WITH HER NEW WINDSHIELD AND ENGINE THAT HUMS AND DOESN'T MIND GOING INTO REVERSE OR DOING 75 MPH AND BRAKES THAT ACTUALLY BRAKE! Yay, Dovi! ~coos~ ), Adam and I spent the 4th with my folks. Yah, hanging out with mi familia... Best part of the whole night: the most expensive firework Ma bought. It was a thick cardboard tube, ~2" in diameter, with its fuse near the plastic base and a promise of six really huge, pretty shots with report... So Adam, our local pyro, set the thing on the log we were using as a launch pad and lit the fuse...and watched it fizzle just as it got inside the tube. No problem, he says; all I need's a stick and a set of earmuffs.
(tee-shirt from Charleston: "bomb tech--if you see me running, try to keep up.")
So armed, he tried to relight the tiny nip of fuse...nada. Took a lighter to the bottom of the cardboard...nada. Then my granddad speaks up: "Hey Tom? (my father, the welder) Where's your torch?"
And Da laughs and gets it for him.
Yep. That's right. My 70-odd year-old Grandfa stands three feet away from a potentially nasty explosive...with a blowtorch trained on the fuse's last known whereabouts...
Y'know what kills though? He melted away the plastic and set the waterlogged log on fire...but the cardboard never caught, let alone the powder or shells inside it.
Midnight, Adam and I dragged ourselves into the car and drove back home--3 hours or so by interstate. 102.9 played "New Age Girl" a little past Nashville. Crawled into his mom's guest bed for a two-hour nap, then took him to work at 05:30. We've officially done two days on four hours' sleep. It's been pretty psychadelic thus far. We haven't snapped at eachother once the whole time. Totally unexpected, but *way* welcome.
I'm going to surf a little longer on the company DSL, then methinks I'll go crawl up on the shelf near the plate burner and go to sleep...feels like it's 18:00 already...
(tee-shirt from Charleston: "bomb tech--if you see me running, try to keep up.")
So armed, he tried to relight the tiny nip of fuse...nada. Took a lighter to the bottom of the cardboard...nada. Then my granddad speaks up: "Hey Tom? (my father, the welder) Where's your torch?"
And Da laughs and gets it for him.
Yep. That's right. My 70-odd year-old Grandfa stands three feet away from a potentially nasty explosive...with a blowtorch trained on the fuse's last known whereabouts...
Y'know what kills though? He melted away the plastic and set the waterlogged log on fire...but the cardboard never caught, let alone the powder or shells inside it.
Midnight, Adam and I dragged ourselves into the car and drove back home--3 hours or so by interstate. 102.9 played "New Age Girl" a little past Nashville. Crawled into his mom's guest bed for a two-hour nap, then took him to work at 05:30. We've officially done two days on four hours' sleep. It's been pretty psychadelic thus far. We haven't snapped at eachother once the whole time. Totally unexpected, but *way* welcome.
I'm going to surf a little longer on the company DSL, then methinks I'll go crawl up on the shelf near the plate burner and go to sleep...feels like it's 18:00 already...
