A slightly disconcerting observation

The other night, the evening of the 4th, to be exact, some persons in the vicinity of my apartment window began merrily setting off (illegal) fireworks. When I heard the familiar whines and whistles of flying sparks, my very first thought was “gosh, I hope they don’t set the building on fire.”
Dear Lord, I have turned into my mother.

(detail of Chronicle photo by Liz Mangelsdorf


Blogger Emma said...

I always have the same fear!

1:42 PM  
Anonymous francoise said...

Oh dear! Well, you know after a certain age, it's safety first!...

2:40 PM  
Blogger Philippa said...

Um, yeah. It happens. I actually like it when I find I've turned into my mother. Hopefully it means I haven't turned into my father :)

Lovely photo! What's illegal about fireworks where you are?

3:47 PM  

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