Saturday, July 4, 2009
This post is not about Jake.
A neighbor's son, totally dolled up (by his artistic mom) for the parade on the National Mall.
In DC, we seriously celebrate the fourth of July. Here on Tennessee Avenue, it's my favorite holiday of the year. The neighbors come over, we drink beer and laugh, exchange stories and relax. Sometimes we read the Declaration of Independence aloud, though we haven't done that for a few years. Have you ever read it? Whoa. Our founding fathers were mighty cheeky.
My specialite de la maison for the fourth is a carnal extravaganza: spice-rubbed spareribs, grilled for many hours over a very low fire, then doused with a tangy sauce right before serving. My roommate John makes his "gay coleslaw" (I think "gourmet" is a better adjective - but he's proud of his sexual identity, and proud of his coleslaw, so he should call it anything he wants.) Manuel bakes rhubarb/strawberry pies. It's our tradition, very very fun.
Though to be honest I'm not exactly looking forward to handling all that meat today, I am really glad that there will be a gathering, that we will feast and laugh and make merry. No doubt someone will lift a glass to toast the passing of my dog.
Oops. Wasn't going to write about him today.
May we all be liberated from the things that oppress us; our fears, our worries, guilt, bouts of the shoulds. May each of us muster the nerve to declare ourselves independent, may we find within ourselves the confidence to get out from under the thumb of whatever weighs us down. May freedom ring. Cheers!