Fourth of July.
Yes, I know that it’s the seventh of July, but I’m just getting
around to putting these photos up. We spent the morning of the
fourth assembling our fancy new grill. (It’s not actually that
fancy, but it’s big and took a while to put together.) We were all
three in different stages of a cold, so we had to have a private
family BBQ so as not to get any of our friends sick too. (This was
Falco’s first illness, and he handled it well.) So, after the
assembly was finally complete, we grilled potatoes and sausages for
lunch and ate our grilled delights with fruit salad. I didn’t have
my fill of grilling after that, so for dinner we had steak and
grilled pineapple with rice. I love cooking over a fire and am so,
so excited about our newly fixed-up backyard. The weather was
gorgeous, which is really rare for July 4 in San Francisco, and we
made a good day of it despite our sniffles and sore throats.
The dogs, however, don’t really care for Independence Day. Adelaide
is very afraid of the fireworks, and there are a lot of them to be
heard in our neighborhood. She spent all of her time following us
everywhere or lying in the bathroom shivering, as pictured.
