I was going to be self-disciplined when we went to Barnes & Noble downtown tonight, and I succeeded… at first.
But then I saw the Bargain Books section, and who isn’t going to be drawn to that? I mean, you can’t lose by looking, right? So, I wandered over, saw a few things I didn’t need… Saw a few things I could definitely love forever. Like a collection of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s writings, two novels and a bunch of short stories – all for $7.68 (plus tax, since apparently books aren’t considered a necessity). I picked up the complete works of Shakespeare, too, but I put it back. Because Fitzgerald beats Shakespeare today.
I started breathing kind of funny as soon as I saw the shelf with these collections of classic writers’ works. They were hardcover with dust jackets and LOTS of pages of words. And the price tag was less than $10, which is always cause for slight hyperventilation.
If you ever want to buy me something, buy me a classic book.
After we browsed the bookstore, we grabbed sweatshirts (and dropped FSF off) at the car and headed to the river to watch fireworks. We had a perfect seat, elevated above the water, right at the edge of the hill, and directly facing the launch site. They were some of the best fireworks I’ve ever seen.
I always think it’s the grand finale way before it happens. They’ll shoot off a few in quicker succession than before, and I’ll wonder if this is the part we’ve been waiting for, but then it isn’t. That usually happens a few times before the real deal.
Really, it’d be a lame finale if my impressions were correct.
But then the real finale comes, and it’s so much more striking than any other part of the show. And I always wonder how I could have thought that anything else was last hurrah. It leaves me speechless, takes my breath away. It stands out, high above the rest of the show, with a grandness that can’t be denied.
So much to learn from fireworks.