My camera spent most of its time in my backpack. Only when we got to the Firemen’s Demolition
Derby did it come out. I love a crème puff;
he loves the plain old ordinary cinnamon rolls.
He loves those even more than the deep fried Oreos. Ah, the fair.
The cinnamon Rolls looked extraordinary, but I have to confess that my
puff was tired, dry, and almost tasteless.
Blech.
They moved the sewing things down to Crosby Hall, and I only got a quick drive through. Never a good look at the quilts. Darn. Lunch was a long sausage topped with onions and peppers which got all over my scooter. Then on to the Derby. It was fun but there were no cows, sheep, birds, or anything else. I never got to the art or photography which are my primary goals at the fair. I guess, this year was G’s turn.
I held together pretty well for a tired old lady. Home at flourish to the news that the RAV4 was ready to be picked up. Margot drove him out. He still doesn’t think I am strong enough.
Today at eleven. The Hospice nurse and Mat to sell G a Long term health insurance.
Yay for getting there! You took in a lot despite the favourites weren’t included.
ReplyDeleteThat really was a big day.
ReplyDeleteSorry you didn't get to see the quilts but the lunch sounded good.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a perfect adventure for summer. The food also sounded good if not great. We have long-term health insurance...but it only last a couple of years.
ReplyDeleteG's is 400 a month.
DeleteI love a good cream puff. Unfortunately it's hard to get a good mass produced one. Growing up we had a maid/cook and she would make cream puffs now and then.
ReplyDeleteGlad you had a nice day even though you miss some things. It's nice to be out and about. Have a good day!
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