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| Law Street Beach on the 5th of July last year--early (before the crowds return!) |
We're heading to my parents' place at the beach today and tonight. Living just half a block from Law Street Beach in Pacific Beach, my parents always invite the whole crew down for the 4th. The beaches are extremely jam-packed, so I usually just go for a walk on the boardwalk rather than face the sandy crowds and the stickiness of sunscreen. I'd rather hang out on the deck and enjoy the sunshine and the view in relative peace.
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| Sunset from my parents' deck |
Keith refuses the crowds--not that I blame him; he'd rather enjoy a quiet house than the beach crowds and my semi-insane family. I love watching the sunset first from the deck, and then the four-five fireworks displays visible from the deck starting at nine, and then Sea World puts on their display at 9:30; we "oooh" and "aaah" while eating dessert. Elizabeth made peppermint brownie bites and orange protein balls (Wild Orange oil, honey, dried cranberries, almond butter, and coconut, all rolled in coconut and chilled-yum!), and we'll pick up some ice cream to go with it.
In honor of Independence Day, I thought I'd post the same poet distributed this morning by the Academy of American Poets in their Poem-a-Day e-mail:
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I,
too, sing America.
I
am the darker brother.
They
send me to eat in the kitchen
When
company comes,
But
I laugh,
And
eat well,
And
grow strong.
Tomorrow,
I’ll
be at the table
When
company comes.
Nobody’ll
dare
Say
to me,
“Eat
in the kitchen,”
Then.
Besides,
They’ll
see how beautiful I am
And
be ashamed—
I,
too, am America.
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Langston
Hughes was born on February 1, 1902 in Joplin, Missouri. He is the author of The
Weary Blues (Knopf, 1926) and Montage
of a Dream Deferred (Holt, 1951), among other works. He died on May 22,
1967 in New York City.
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Wishing you all a joyous celebration of our nation's independence,
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