After a week of sultry summer heat, today is chilly, cloudy. A respite. I’m actually grateful for it, in part of my brain. The other part says, WTF, we want sun. I’m sitting outside, in the gray cool.

I was supposed to go to a big fireworks display tonight. The friend I was going with backed out, so I have no one to go with but that’s ok, because it’s not going to be a nice summer night anyway.

The display in New London where my boat slip is. It used to be spectacular, put on by the Native Americans who own Foxwoods Casino nearby. Three barges in the river, Grucci fireworks, (the premier name in the Northeast) it was amazing.  It was the largest display between NYC and Boston.  They had a rough couple of years, and stopped sponsoring it, so it was pared way down.  This year I read they are back to sponsoring it, but it’s not Grucci’s, it won’t be like the old days. It will still be really good.

When we bought the slip, we had a clear view of the fireworks from the slip, across an undeveloped point of land. There was always a HUGE party on the docks. Luckily they are fixed docks, not floating ones, and can hold the weight of hundreds, if not more, people on them. Shoulder to shoulder. But we loved it. We used to have family come down, and we’d go to the beach for the day in the boat, come back, have an amazing dinner, and then sit in the boat and watch this unbelievable display, choreographed to music. We’d get out the ice cream maker afterward, and make homemade ice cream, waiting for the traffic to thin out, for the family that had to leave.

Then Pfizer, the huge pharmaceutical company based across the river in Groton, CT, built a monstrous building on the undeveloped land, complete with helicopter pads, etc. It was a $2 Billion, yes, billion, project, all money from Viagra. We, at the club where the slip was, called it the Pfizer Riser.

At any rate, it ruined our view. We had to take the boat out on the river after that, for a good view, which we did for many years. And that too was fun. The only issue was having to drive the boat back in the dark, to the slip, with so so so much boat traffic. 1000’s of boats. I often said, why do we have to leave? Let’s just stay anchored here and go back in the morning? But my ex always wanted to go back, so he could lay in bed and watch TV. Whatever. He had to drive. I only had to tie the boat in the slip.

Now Electric Boat owns the building. It’s across the river from their main facility, (which is almost next door to Pfizer’s headquarters in Groton) where submarines used to roll out on a regular basis. The Navy subbase is just up-river. Submarines are pretty cool to see going in and out of the harbor.

Tonight is, conceivably, the last time I could go to these fireworks, since I likely won’t be here next summer, unless I’m visiting. But I’m not going to go, because I have no one to go with, and the weather has cooperated by making it not a nice summer night, taking away the ambiance of the night anyway. (Crazy, but the thought crossed my mind to call my ex and see if he wanted to go, lol. He’d probably say yes, lol.  That thought came into my head and went right back out again.)  Since I’ve been divorced, I’ve parked at the club where the slip is, and walked 10 minutes to sit out on a long fishing pier, right under the fireworks. It’s lovely on a nice night. Tonight it will be chilly out there.

I’ll get my house all spic and span for the showing tomorrow. I’ll go food shopping. I’ll watch the season finale of Outlander tonight. My son won’t be home, he has some big party he’s going to. Tomorrow I’ll take him out to breakfast while someone looks at my house, and I’ll set an intention that they’ll love it. And want it. And make an offer.

Life is good. Living like water, just find a new path around the obstacles that get in your way. When you can’t go any farther in one direction, change directions. Make a new plan. Love without limit, and keep your options open. Time to go inside, the clouds are letting a few sprinkles leak out.

Love and light, everyone.

Image is of the fireworks in New London, from Google images.