I don't want to ask people "What did you do for Independence Day?"
For one thing, I don't like the frequent look of puzzlement I get while people think through "Independence Day = the Fourth of July = the holiday" and then answer.
For another thing, why does it need to get lengthened to "the Fourth of July holiday?" Are we so frightened of causing offense that we can't name holidays for what they celebrate? (What next, "the Dec. 25 holiday?" No, I say!)
Finally, I find it maddening that questions about Independence Day events elicit so few answers:
"I went to a picnic."
" I saw some fireworks."
"I went to a concert."
"I was stuck in traffic."
We're missing something here -- independence itself!
It's amazing to me that on the day dedicated to celebrating the country's political independence, the idea of social independence is forgotten.
Celebrating independence suddenly means that everyone is expected to do the very same things. What's independent about feeling forced to go along with the crowds?
So, dear readers, what did I do for Independence Day? Well, I slept away much of it. I aggravated a knee injury on June 30, and on the Glorious Fourth, the most glorious, independent thing I could do was catch up on the sleep which had been very difficult for the previous nights.
Besides sleeping, I've done some reading -- and some writing, so that I won't be silent so long for a while. (For instance, I drafted this before catching a few ZZZs on the Fourth.) So thank you for your patience, and stay tuned!
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