I’ll have Number One Son run the power mower over the back lawn. SLOWLY.
I’ll stoke up a charcoal BBQ and invite some friends over in their SUV’s.
I’ll hang several strings of white lights around the yard to make it festive.
I’ll stop in at the meat market and pick up some really good strip steaks, and if I can score some salmon, I’ll wrap that in foil and slow cook it until it just falls off the bones.
If I can’t get that stuff locally, I’ll order it and have it shipped in by truck. This might be the perfect excuse to buy from Aaron Brothers.
After dinner, we’ll roast marshmallows and make s’mores.
After that I’ll toss some wood in the firepit, and we’ll have a campfire.
For those that’d rather be indoors, I’ll run some movies with the computer piped into the TV and stereo system for better theatrical effect.
And we’ll keep the doors wide open so us parental units outdoors can keep an ear on the indoor activities.
Of course, we’ll have all the lights in the house blazing, except where the movies are showing — gotta have that darkened theater atmosphere, but we’ll keep the A/C cranked down so the drinks stay cold.
And, when it’s all over, I’ll dump everything in the regular trash.
That’s just too exhausting. I probably won’t even drive the Big Van (which hit 100,000 miles as we were driving back from Myrtle Beach) because we usually don’t go anywhere on Fridays.