explosions!

"dude, my favorite part is when they explode"

--guy next to me at fireworks

well, im not sure that that guy had any particular prophetic intentions when he uttered those fateful words, but this afternoon, a bomb or something exploded in our yard. it was terribly exciting, and sortof worrisome. it was so loud; all the old neighbor men came out, and others too, and there was lots of smoke and a huge hole in the grass. and it was right by my car too, so its a good thing that it didnt blow that up. we called the police cause the old neighbor men insisted--they felt sure that it was an act of terrorism, or at least neighborhood violence [im really happy that it didnt consist of a 911 call. i almost did call 911 when i thought the grass was on fire based on all the smoke, but then it wasnt, so i didnt. but then my mom called the police. i would have been unhappy if she got to call 911 and i didnt cause it would have been my third time, and im great at it, let me tell you. its cause i stay calm in emergencies. but it wasnt, so she didnt, and i wasnt unhappy.]--and and then the police got there, way quicker than i thought police get places. i guess its cause they decided to put bombs blowing up in peoples yards high on the priority list, which i think is sweet of them. and he interviewed the witnesses and took down the details and confiscated the evidence and stuff. that took a while. the main witness, of couse, went to go shopping before he got there, even though he did get there quick. and everyone tried to tell him everything at once. but he said he would go look for the suspects, which as best that we could figure out, were 2 females and one male in a white 4-door car with a stick of dynamite or an M-1000 or something. he probably wont find them though, of course. but ill tell you what, on my way to work there were like 4 white cars parked on the side of the road. that was crazy. but the scariest thing was when my dad came home, it was dark, and he has a silver car, but in the funny streetlight [which we broke last year] his car looked white. but he pulled his car up so the headlights were shining on the hole so he could look at it cause he hadnt seen it all day, but we thought that it was a white car coming to finish the job or something, so me and my mom and my sister were all like "AHHHH! WHITE CAR! AHHHHHHHHH!" but it was just daddy. but it was scary, i thought i was going to get my leg blown off or something. im glad that didnt happen, actually.
one time my mom had a friend who sat on a firework or something. ha.
i guess we're really the ones who do cause trauma in the neighborhood. cause last year, we put out the power for like the whole neighborhood. our tree fell on the powerline for like everyone. and i think thats what made the streetlight funny. we mostly just had a block party, cause everyone was outside with candles and their beer of course. we just had the candles though. you know.
[ i wish that writing could capture vocal expressions sometimes, cause whenever i say you know i say it in a really certain way that i mean to say it. but italics dont make that happen the right way, and i dont know how to make it denote that when i write it. cause thats how i mean it. bother.]

in other news [as if any news could top that]: vaccuuming makes me thoughtful. and i want to bake when im thoughtful, at least in the summer. that could be detrimental for my waistline. and i wish my thoughfulness was more productive and creative and all of that. also: oh goodness, so many also things, but i cant even probably remember them all. its all a mess in my head anyway.
i need to make a to-do list. i do better with those i think.
im all unsettled; i think i get unsettled too easily. after all of the life-explosions all semester and everything, you would think i would be used to little whispers of changing things, and moving things, and growing things. but arent growing tree roots sometimes massively destructive too, sometimes? i dont even know. o! but speaking of growing things: sad news: we think the robins eggs hatched, but we think they may have died, cause we havent seen the mom around ever since the bomb went off, and so she probably either was killed or something in the explosion or was scared off, and the baby birds starved to death. muchly sad. [oh, but today, they might be alive again we think.]

"Throw it down [the caution blocks you from the wind]
Hold it up [to the rays]
You wait and see when the smoke clears
Wear it out [the way a three-year-old would do]
Melt it down [you're gonna have to eventually, anyway]
The fire trucks are coming up around the bend

You grieve you learn, you choke you learn
You laugh you learn, you choose you learn
You pray you learn, you ask you learn
you love you learn, You cry you learn,
You lose you learn, You live you learn"

...finding as He promised: perfect peace and rest.

i think need a good dose of reality, a equal amount or more of the sweetness of things, a chocolate milkshake, [or a brownie, either will do nicely,] a good, near-by, summer [?], movie-watching [?], friend [.], a million dollars and about 3 more pillows. hum.

goodnight, you.

Posted 7/5/2005 9:52 PM