A few gigs, a grocery stock-up, and watch fireworks later. I just go to the edge of my back patio, look up, and there they are. Meanwhile, if we buy or make potato salad (it is one of hubby's go-to holiday things), everyone may be assured that no Mr., Mrs., Ms., Junior, Senior, Elder, Younger, Male, Female, Intersex, Pan, Non-Binary, Asexual, Excessively Sexual, Other Sex, White, Red, Gold, Yukon, Idaho, Sweet, Yammy, Oval, Round, Bumpy, Blemished, Eared, and/or other potato will have been harmed in the process of the production of the potato salad. By the time fireworks light up a bit of my night sky, I will have given thanks to the Creator for those who planted and grew the potatoes that were part of my day. Happy Fourth of July to all who observe!

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