I’m really not the patriotic and easily offended sort.
But…
On this particular weekend, it strikes me as not in the best of taste–and also pretty fucking creepy–to have an air show going on that involves lots of really loud, low-flying planes that can be heard all over town.
Two weekends ago: Plans ruined by car trouble.
Last weekend: Nice visit with emotional undertones.
This weekend: Lots of homework.
Next weekend: I may just sort of watch movies and not react to them (or the world) in any way whatsoever.
Five weekends from now: Shuffle off to Buffalo and points north (and west and east).