On Anghelica’s Fourth of July 2019
Introducing Anghelica, the novel’s title character, and her outlook on today’s festivities.
The Declaration of Independence was adopted on July 4, 1776.
“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.”
I absolutely love the fourth of July!
The wearing of red, white, and or blue in linens and chambray; grilled food on sticks, on buns, in paper plates, with barbeque sauce that makes you lick your lips (no napkin necessary); and watermelon and salads festooned with strawberries and blueberries; corn fresh out of the pot, burning hot, with refreshing colorful drinks, and of course, bare feet. I can do all of this from Martha’s Vineyard to my own backyard.
What I can do without: is the sun, not the total sun, I don’t want it dark, I love the Light. I’m a light girl. I simply prefer to get it without direct sunlight. Unless I’m in a pool, specifically one of those infinity pools with a small set of friends in shorts and sarongs and designer shades, and we’re dishing on everything and everyone under the sun.
But I can’t get that at my community clubhouse. Too many families with little kids. Don’t get me wrong. I really enjoy seeing the kiddies floating in their rainbow-colored swimmies, I just don’t want to “pool” with them.
If it were up to me, there’d be a rule that anyone wearing a diaper or who has NOT been properly potty-trained CANNOT enter the adult pool. Toddlers need a separate pool – their own independent pool where they can be free, too.
I really enjoy seeing the kiddies floating in their rainbow-colored swimmies, I just don’t want to “pool” with them.Anghelica
So I’m skipping swimming in the community clubhouse pool this year. I may dab my feet in the water, but I will not. Absolutely, will not allow any pool water to rise above my thighs.
Other than that, I plan to have myself a nice healthy turkey burger at least three inches high; graze on the veggies; indulge in Mother’s baked beans and potato salad; and because it’s a holiday, I’m having dessert (a significant piece of dark chocolate cake) which I’ll wash down with sweet green tea and lemonade – Anghelica, not Arnold Palmer, style. I might even watch a little golf or tennis with family and friends, but most assuredly once I’m feeling all full and fluffy, I am going to cuddle up with a good book while being serenaded by some Miles Davis and John Coltrane. Uhm! Uhm! The holiday independent life!
This is how I plan to celebrate my life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness. I hope yours is as good as I pray mine will be.
Happy Birthday, America! May God Continue to Bless You!