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When your brother sets a fire in your cellar and shorts most of the wires in your house, thus ensuring that you do not have air conditioning when the temperatures are in the uppper 80’s (Farenheit), do not hurl a metal sculpture of an angry porcupine at him.

Do as I did, soak your feet in a tub of ice water and watch some television. Embrace the late-night programming and keep all the windows open for any semblance of a breeze. Pretend the stench of burnt wires and earth is actually extinguished campfires and eat some cold marshmallows.

Morning will come soon enough and then you can force him to repair the damage on his own whilst you sip cool mint tea and read a book at a cafe.

It helps to have a cranky great horned owl to keep him on task. It helps if she spent the evening sharpening her talons.

Poor Bubo; she’s taken to wearing her aviator helmet this week-end due to the influx of fireworks. Her delicate ear feathers were singed Friday and Brooklyn has been lit up nightly by fireworks displays.

For American Independence Day, I will endeavor to keep Mordecai from shooting fireworks out of the cannon again. Perhaps I’ll distract him with fresh mint juleps and a handful of sparklers.

Yesterday’s rain made the garden so fragrant and lush this morning, that I culled an enormous batch of mint, parsley and basil. Mordecai was grumbling over his coffee until I handed him some fresh raspberries and then he promptly shut up. It’s so difficult to grumble AND enjoy delicious berries at the same time.

Enjoy the holiday, my pretties. Be safe (don’t poke anyone’s eye out with a flag or attempt a fire-eating trick with bottle rockets) and be proud.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I heard a small explosion from the basement and I smell burnt cinnamon. Clearly, Mordecai is starting early.