I don't really feel I have anything to say, but as it has been over a week since I posted I figured I ought to write 'something'...

I'm not a firework fan. I'm not a patriot. I don't do razzmatazz and I certainly don't do picnic food (for the most part); Styrofoam cups leave me shuddering. I celebrated y 4th of July by getting up at some ungodly hour before the Sun was even awake and driving 112 miles to be with my daughter.

Said daughter has volunteered for Greenpeace this Summer. She's been in DC for 4 weeks and a week ago they hit the 'campaign trail' to lobby various bodies regarding energy consumption. As she was within reasonable driving distance (yes, I realize the irony, that she is campaigning against the energy crisis and I used 6 gallons of gas round trip) I went to spend time with her.

That quality (?) time was spent marching in a parade, in a torrential downpour. The heavens opened just as we gathered to commence the hour long parade. The rain stopped just as the parade ended.

Said daughter was dressed in a polyester (yes, I see the irony again) polar bear suit, carrying a placard that said 'here's to the next 100 years with polar bears'. She had to take off her polar bear feet because they were saturated and weighed about 10lbs each. As she waved, she flicked torrents of water at the bystanders from her drenched polar bear paws. And there was Mom, walking behind her as she did her polar-bear-fat-man dance, holding a golf dumbrella over her as best I could, and chanting with the rest of them:

"Ooh, its hot in here, there's too much carbon in the atmosphere!
Take action! Take action! We need some satisfaction! Whoo!"

Greater love hath no mother.