June 27, 2017

FAIR AND PARTLY FOGGY 1



Our county fair has a theme every year.  This year it’s a western focus, and we were greeted by these two gentlemen on their horses.   Everybody wore cowboy hats…even the elevator operators.  Country western music was everywhere.  We tapped our toes while the fog rolled in and kept us cool.



From the main gate, we went straight to the acres of merchandising buildings.  Stuff…ATT, more stuff, DISH, ATT, and nothing really caught our eyes.  Too many ATT guys leaping out to sell their products.  We stopped and told the car wax guy how much we liked his product.  We both liked this Stuff booth.  He liked that very powerful flashlight (im the middle), but not the price.  Only one booth brought us to a halt.

                   




These were two of our favorite works.  If we were rich, I would have bought the cactus.


           


The midway was as colorful as it always is even in the fog.  The newest ride was clear in the back, and there were three of those long arms with buckets on the end.  I couldn’t quite figure out the why of it.







There was sheep shearing, a few cows, goats, and longhorns in the big barns on animal change over day.  Following the noise, We found motocross filling the arena with its massive roaring.  Of little interest to us, we wandered away in search of lunch.

         

He wore his very favorite shirt to the fair this year.  When we were half way through the exhibitor buildings, G found the booth where he bought it...and more patterned shirts.  While the owners hovered over him and his Route 66 shirt, they no long make it and now debated bringing it back, he bought one of Highway 101. 




June 26, 2017

WONDERFUL FAIR FOODS BE US



We got to the Fair early enough to get the very first parking place.  The sun came out in waves through the fogs, and we set out with camera’s in hand to record the fair as a happening. 

We ate, we found a source for cool bottled water, and we saw every single venue we wanted to see.  I brought extra batteries for G’s camera and forgot the one for mine.   We shot horses, mules, sheep, photography, quilts, table settings, and art.  We ate.  He bought a scissor sharpener, a Highway 101 shirt.  I got small, round, amber earrings…oh, big spenders us.  We will share more delight with you later.

It will take a whole year to work off those calories.
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  • Himself:  They wouldn’t let him ride this year, so he walked almost 8 hours.  His knee doesn’t hurt this morning.   He’s at work covering the audit department single handedly this morning.
  • Herself:  Only ate the one thing I shouldn’t have.


  • Ate:  Lunch was Pinks: A chili dog for me and chili cheese fries for him.  Chocolate covered deep fried oreos.  Cream puff for me and cinnamon roll for him. 
    Chocolate dipped ice cream cone which got all over my clothes for both of us.  Cottage cheese at home for dinner.


  • Gratitude’s:  Foods but once a year.


  • June 24, 2017

    TOMORROW AND TOMORROW



    Other than my blood sugar being sky high from all the cookie crumbles I’ve eaten…(the cookie lady at Cravory sold us a huge bag of broken cookies), everything is fine. 

    I did get the top of my costume cut out yesterday.  I have to admit all my scissors are beyond dull.  Today after errands for yogurt and Cottage cheese, I will cut out the bottom…maybe begin sewing too.  G has all the parts for his costume purchased or made.  That clay you can bake was a gift indeed. 

    This morning we headed out to an estate sale.  There was a long arm quilting machine on sale for four thousand dollars…well beyond my dreams or use.  I did buy a lot of scraps for Margot’s quilt.  It will be colorful indeed.
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    • Himself:  Up late for him, estate sale, visit Poolie,  lunch at home, and off to work.

  • Herself:  Bought Poolie a clown doll to keep her other’s company.  Just as we arrived, I discovered it had only one leg.  Darn.

  • Reading:  ”Washington.”

  • Gratitude’s:  That Poolie is looking so good.  Only one and a half infusions remain.


  • June 23, 2017

    OH SO SLOWLY


    Artist: Roger DeWeese.  Title: Torrey Pines Ravens.  Media: Sheet metal.  Date: 1916.  Shown at the San Diego County Fair.

    Give me a little anesthetic; I doze much of the next day.  The Cyst is gone.  Three stitches. 
    I must say that I am very grateful that it is Friday.
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    • Himself:  Work, go to Thursday opening at the museum Of Japanese Steel.  Today work, talk with termite inspector, eat, work, meeting.

  • Herself:  Ditto plus delivering just washed sheets to the shop.  Baby sat Michele’s condo for the inspector.  Neither of us have termites.

  • Reading:  Back at Katherine Graham’s Washington.

  • Gratitude’s:  That it’s Friday.


  • June 22, 2017

    TRIMMED



    Another of those pesky but necessary doctor’s appointments for me today.  His CT scan results came back glowingly normal.  I am so grateful.  My biopsy results came in yesterday saying that the re-surgery margins of the cancer were totally clear.  We cheered.  The stitched length looks good too now that I’m not wearing the good doctor’s bandages.  I was allergic to them.

    One of the spots he froze doesn’t look good.  Freezer burn indeed.  Today I’m going in for a tiny cyst that has turned into a little rock.  Uncomfortable, and hurts under a bra.  Pesky.
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    • Himself:  Smaller dinners and less cheese for lunch.
  • Herself:  Oh, I want to go in the pool so badly.
  • Reading:  Nothhing at this second.  Give me half an hour.  Katy sent books that I’m going to read before giving them to assorted Historical Societies.
  • Gratitude’s:  That’s done.


  • June 21, 2017

    SUMMER SOLSTICE

    …or we are off to the fair.
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    We are heading to the Fair this Sunday.  I flat out love the Fair.  I love all the fuss, the sunshine, the massive color assault, even the noise, the critters, the homemaking things, the jewelry, the furniture, and all the other stuff. 

    The fair is a make or break world for the 4H kids, a concern for the folks who enter things like knitting, woodcrafts, or jams, and a joy to those of us who attend.  I always mean to enter a place setting using my Russel Wright or Southern Potteries, but I always forget. 


    Depression glass table settings.



    We both are entertained by the three huge sales tents and the barkers.  Yes, he buys his car wax from the Wax Man.  Yes, I used to always stop in to see the Indian jewelry family, but they don’t come any more.  Yes, I miss them.
               

    He’s the man who lights his waxed car hood on fire for you.

    Tho I can’t walk far these days, I get into an amazing number of corners.  (More tomorrow.)

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    • Himself:  Gym, pool. At work cursing his computer.
  • Herself:  Washing everything, cleaning with peroxide, bandaging me, and off to shelve and price Christmas books for a Christmas in July sale at work.
  • Reading:  Just finished a garbage romance/mystery that will be returned to the store.
  • Gratitude’s:  124 degrees C in Arizona.  72 C here at the beach.  I am so grateful to live here.


  • FAIR AND PARTLY FOGGY 1

    Our county fair has a theme every year.  This year it’s a western focus, and we were greeted by these two gentlemen on their horse...