Himself: Boiling water for Jello right now. After three, he is limited to clear foodstuffs and liquids till dinner tomorrow. Poor guy, he doesn’t do well if his food routines get upset. See his blog for more fair photos.
Herself: If he is his usual bearish self when hungry, I am tempted to spend the night in a motel. Trying for a movie today….if he can stand it, and spending a quiet day not walking today.
Gratitude: The fair was delightful. Not grateful for the newest baby crow….he sounds like a squeaky wheel in need of oil every two hours. Very grateful for Lessa. Her courage buoys me up.
We were over to the right in the infield. Imagine the horses thundering arround this curve across the finish line in front of the clubhouse. To the left is the dirt track here partially covered with interlocking plastic bits. The main stage is toward the top.
G bought car wax for both Lessa and us, and he also bought a new product that says it will remove yellow from plastic lenses on cars and trucks. We be yellow here. I bought a ring from my usual silver lady.
The midway with its color and noise drew us.
The woodworking show was marvelous, the jewelry show was superb, the quilts weren’t as stunning as usual tho there were a few that knocked me out through their plastic covering, the place settings were perfection….of all things, the collections and cakes were delightful, but the photo show was the best. No photos allowed there tho….darn it.
We ate too much…oh, a perfect hamburger for me, fudge, crème puff, burrito, oh the joy of high fat and high fattening foods. And while we ate, we photographed the bungee jumpers, only one refusing when he got to the top, all the other’s playfully leaping to their flights.
A good but tiring day was had by all but for our cohort who had to stay home with bronchitis. We made our both our commitments to the fair and at the meeting…he to set up sound and I to do the trash, and we gave a poor stranded gentleman a ride home to the island out in the middle of our bay. Who am I to suggest to a newcomer that he not come to the meeting if he doesn’t have a ride. After walking up that several mile long hill to hear a really good speaker talk, he deserved a ride home.
So did we.