omg wtf BBQ - OTA, backdated to the fourth
He'd cleaned, he'd erranded-- he'd practiced his fiddle and generally annoyed people. In short, a day like most days.
But it wasn't most days. It was a holiday, one that was extremely important to him.
Last year he'd had less on his plate and he'd made a bigger deal of this-- he still grinned thinking of his pyrotechnic work with Johns-- but just because he couldn't have the big blowout didn't mean he wasn't going to barbecue on the fourth.
He bought enough meat to share, condiments and snacks for all, and settled down to grilling around five. A cooler off to one side had bottles of beer and soda in it, but he drank bottled water as he grilled-- the better to share with R3, who was bouncing around on a long tether tied to a picnic table. He hummed to himself as he flipped hamburgers and grilled hot-dogs, looking at peace.
[Because he can't not grill on the fourth.]
But it wasn't most days. It was a holiday, one that was extremely important to him.
Last year he'd had less on his plate and he'd made a bigger deal of this-- he still grinned thinking of his pyrotechnic work with Johns-- but just because he couldn't have the big blowout didn't mean he wasn't going to barbecue on the fourth.
He bought enough meat to share, condiments and snacks for all, and settled down to grilling around five. A cooler off to one side had bottles of beer and soda in it, but he drank bottled water as he grilled-- the better to share with R3, who was bouncing around on a long tether tied to a picnic table. He hummed to himself as he flipped hamburgers and grilled hot-dogs, looking at peace.
[Because he can't not grill on the fourth.]