Aftermath of Fireworks

I have retrieved my sunburnt sambear! He is showering, then I’ll help him apply lots of aloe. He did wear sunscreen, but it can only do so much. The air-conditioned truck that was supposed to be there all day was inadvertently padlocked closed by the boss this morning—and the boss wasn’t able to open the lock. The food didn’t arrive on schedule. Lots of mortar shells were left unexploded because R, the guy in charge, screwed up the setup. People with much experience in handling big fireworks were standing around going, “Um, how are we gonna do this?” Boss and his son where nowhere to be seen. When R (also the person responsible for the lack of food and other promised support) declared that they’d start taking things down in the dark without (apparently) much thought to safety, sambear wisely safeworded.

I’m very, very happy to have him home and safe!

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Cyn is Rick's wife, Katie's Mom, and Esther & Oliver's Mémé. She's also a professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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