Fireworks in the USA?

Alarmingly, I now seem to be 65. That's makes me feel quite - well - old. Ish. Because, sadly, I am. However, so are lots of other people; and no doubt in five years (if I'm spared, as a friend tends to say) 65 will seem a lot better than the situation I find myself in then. So there we are. Isn't it ridiculous that we never really believe that we ourselves will get old, despite all the evidence that everyone does (if they're spared)?

I thought about my mother. It's not till you have children yourself that you realise how significant your birthday is to your mum as well. It would be nice to be able to hear her telling again the story of how I was very overdue and my dad went to play golf, and the message came that Mum had gone into labour, and he finished the round of golf before going to the hospital. Dad used to tell this story with a merry laugh, as an example of how relaxed he was about this whole childbirth thing. Then one day Mum told him that she felt like thumping him when he recounted this, because it wasn't exactly relaxing for her. So he shut up about this. (She wouldn't really have thumped him. She wasn't like that.)

Son came for lunch - he seems to be growing a beard - and so did the grandchildren and their parents, so that was nice.

After they all went away, we watched Wimbledon - James Ward getting beaten and Andy Murray winning. I also admired my new pieces of glass, seen on the left of the television. I really must stop acquiring glass. No more; I should be shedding things instead. But I do like it a lot.

I also got several nice books...

... and some lovely flowers.

Happy Fourth of July, America. I hope you had a good day, as I did.