Problem being, your acts of kindness are always so random

As incongruous as a digital prayer, fireworks shot off in the sky tonight. The display was standard-issue blooming flowers, with the occasional montage of red-white-blue, the better to procure the crowd's oohs. It is homecoming, is why the fireworks. The grocery store clerk, whose fingernails were painted a very banging shade of phosphorescent green, proved a fount of wisdom on what homecoming entails. Visitors that span generations will arrive later in the week to pledge continuing fealty to their alma mater and get very very drunk. The young are already quite restless and the empty cases of Miller Lite are already appearing in lawns just off campus. T-shirts that say "if found drunk and passed out, take to the Dome [football stadium] ASAP" are selling faster than [insert cliche] at the undergrad library. The marketing strategy came from the braintrust that is my class's student government representatives. According to a recent email, "we are looking at something like a two-fold return on the initial investment," so at least the catering at the next class function will have chocolate-covered strawberries. Sigh.

I have a feeling I will make an excellent curmudgeon, starting at like age 32. I do not want to get ahead of myself. I hold out hope that the weekend (which starts tomorrow around here) will be baseball-oriented and based out of a cabin in WI. Unless someone volunteers the use of a cabin in WI, it will just be baseball-oriented. I still can't not be awake, which is distinguished from not being able to sleep in inexpressible but not intangible ways. Also, did you know that the use of "under God" in the Pledge of Allegiance is younger than my father? Stupid me, thinking we've been blessed by Divine Providence since before my Norwegian forebears boated over to become part of us.