Mélange

Yesterday I mentioned I hadn’t lived anyplace where fireworks were legal, and it shocked me to hear and see the neighbors’ almost incessant firework displays, especially the huge falls of sparks over my house and garage. I found out today that I still haven’t lived anyplace where fireworks are legal — all fireworks that leave the ground are illegal everywhere in Colorado. Surprisingly, no one issued citations for the firework setter-offers — it’s not as if they were hiding their crime.

But then, the one thing that I don’t like about living here is that the code enforcer only works during the day on weekdays, so the rest of the time, too many people feel free to break the laws they find inconvenient, such as leash laws and firework laws and trespassing laws.

I lucked out on the fourth because there was rain that night, so any sparks that landed would have immediately fizzled out, but I doubt the thought of rain being a safety measure played any part in the wrongdoers’ decisions to shoot off the fireworks because they would have had to stock up long before any rain was in sight. And until the rain, this whole area was so dry and desiccated that any spark could have set the whole town on fire.

People are still setting off fireworks — it’s been a nightly thing since the end of June — but eventually, they will have to run out of the blasted things, so I won’t have to worry until next year. I have no idea what I will do. Even if I spent the night in the yard, looking for fires, chances are any fire that was sparked would be slow to start and I’d miss it until the damage was done.

It makes me wonder — don’t other people think of these things? I’d blame my concern on my growing curmudgeonliness, but the truth is, fireworks are dangerous in ultra-dry climates. That’s why there are laws against them.

Oh, well, I’d be better off turning my thoughts to more important issues, such as what sort of climbing vine to plant along a portion of my fence. Climbing roses don’t do well here because of the frequent hot/cold temperature changes. (They do well as low bushes, not as climbing plants.)  I’d love some wisteria, but it needs to be pruned every year, and in more feeble times, I won’t want to deal with that. Though I might not have to — apparently, wisteria grows slowly in Colorado. And anyway, so far I haven’t done well with purchased plants, so perhaps I should try to transplant a trumpet vine or two. One of the vines I would transplant is riddled with ants, so I wonder if the ants would come with it, or if they would stay in the original area. I guess I’ll find out.

Meantime, the work on the garage is progressing — today they insulated and walled one side of the inside of the building. Yay!

As for Dune — I spent several hours online yesterday looking at books that were published around the same time trying to find one that I might have confused with Dune, but I didn’t have any luck. The lists did remind me of some I liked, such as Malevil by Robert Merle, On the Beach by Nevil Shute, and Alas, Babylon by Pat Frank. I thought of rereading these books, but decided, after the Dune fiasco, that I better not.

I read a mystery yesterday that takes place in a not-so-distant future, and the book itself mystified me. The future as the author had envisioned played absolutely no part in the story. The story could have been set in any age, any place, and it wouldn’t have mattered. It seems to me that if one is making a big deal about the time frame in a story, that time frame needs to play a part. Like a gun showing up in the first chapter of a book and then never mentioned again.

I’ve been picking a tarot card every day, asking the cards what I need to know that day, and so far, all the cards are telling me is that I need to learn what the day’s card means. It doesn’t seem to have any correlation to my life. I am keeping a sort of diary about my excursions into the tarot because I’m interested in knowing if they will show a pattern for the month. I did say I wanted to learn the tarot by osmosis rather than an in-depth study, and that seems to be the case. I am learning some cards — though mostly what I’m learning is that while some decks are based on a certain tradition, others eschew that tradition and make up their own meanings. I wonder if I were to create my own deck of cards, using whatever symbols I want, and giving those symbols any meaning I want, if it would work like a tarot deck.

I think that brings me up to date. If not, I’ll be here again tomorrow with another mélange of ideas and events.

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Pat Bertram is the author of Grief: The Inside Story – A Guide to Surviving the Loss of a Loved One. “Grief: The Inside Story is perfect and that is not hyperbole! It is exactly what folk who are grieving need to read.” –Leesa Healy, RN, GDAS GDAT, Emotional/Mental Health Therapist & Educator

7 Responses to “Mélange”

  1. Joe Says:

    I have the same issue here. Fireworks were illegal until a few years ago, so people went to Wisconsin to buy them and bring them back here. When I moved to this house 20+ years ago, the fireworks started the week before the 4th and went all out the night of it, then gradually ran out in the days after. More recent years, though, they started as early as late May, went sporadically through early June, a lull, then started up again end of June through mid-July. It’s like a war zone. I can’t imagine how the animals and birds feel let along veterans and people with PTSD from actual war zones. Plus the smoke, the burned out litter the next morning, the chemicals the fireworks leave behind etc. At its worst, I find myself wishing each of these idiots would lose a finger or an eye and learn their lesson. Or at least get bored with this crap! As for enforcement, nope. Even before all this rioting and the withdrawing of the cops from much of any presence (I can’t blame them, in a way), they didn’t enforce any noise laws at all. This crap would go on til 1 or 2am nightly. Not a citation given. The problem is worse this year as people are bored, frustrated etc. and letting off steam. It’s one of the reasons I am planning to leave this place.

    • Pat Bertram Says:

      It’s the boredom factor that gets me. People now seem to have a low threshold for boredom, so I don’t understand why they don’t get bored more quickly with things that go boom.

      So you made the decision to move?

      • Joe Says:

        Yeah, this city is getting more dangerous all the time, it seems. A friend has helped me repair the front step of a height issue that would be off-putting for prospective buyers so this is a huge plus. I have a lot of work ahead of me though, and I don’t really know yet where I’d go–which is a huge barrier, needless to say. I will figure it out, and indeed I will have to do so in the next 18 months which is my goal. And getting rid of stuff via sale isn’t really happening as people aren’t doing garage sales as much.

  2. snakesinthegrass2014 Says:

    The best part of this? “… but eventually, they will have to run out of the blasted things.” Love the pun, even if it was unintended. 🙂 Congrats on the garage! – Marty


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