A cause for celebration

It was hot when we rolled the Penske truck into town late last Thursday afternoon. We decided to go ahead and attempt to unload everything then, rather than get tired and sweaty again on Friday. Surprisingly it worked! More surprisingly, there were no wounds to show for the heroic effort. But it was still work- emptying the contents of a twenty-six foot moving van (couches, grills, chairs, tables, boxes...) up an outside flight of stairs on a summer Florida afternoon doesn't rank highly on my list.

Anyway, that night amid all the mountains of boxes and furniture shoved against the walls, we heard what sounded like fireworks. Walking onto the deck* we saw that it was, in fact, fireworks! We stood out there enjoying them until the end. They really went all out in the show, but we couldn't figure out what the occasion was. In the end we decided that the town was having a welcome home party for us.

So I was a little saddened to learn tonight, after noticing a similar fireworks show, that they do it every Thursday night in the summer. Don't tell, but I'm just going to enjoy the brats (cooked on the stove this time!) and pretend tonight's were for our one week anniversary :)

*the deck wraps around three quarters of the house!