You know, when the teacher calls out your name (and inevitably pronounces it wrong, again, sigh) you raise your hand politely and say, here? There would always be one smart alack boy who would say, “present”. Once or twice someone trying to be “kewl” would answer, “Yo”. Back in the day, the teacher would look over their glasses and give the “teacher stare”. It usually didn’t happen twice.
Yes, I am here, present and accounted for. Fall has finally shown up in neck of the woods. I am roasting vegetables for our hippie bowls tonight. Ah, the flavor and aroma of fall.
Oh, I have been writing every single day. However, just not feeling the vibe of pushing that “publish” button.
Writing helps me work through the days. The last couple weeks have been full of stuff. You know, the stuff that happens with twists and turns and we call it life?
“The Truth is, of course, that what one regards as interruptions are precisely one’s life.” C.S. Lewis
People in my circle are hurting. Change is in the air. I am here to tell you change is tricky and a fickle gal. Being a friend who is a better listener than “you should do this” type of friend, takes will power on my part. Oh, I have brilliant ideas! I want to help and fix and share. This season we call life, it is best if I just fine tune my listening skills. Nobody likes a know it all. sigh. In case anyone out there really LIKES a know it all, I am really good at it. Just whistle.
I needed a break, we both needed a break.
I was asked on a date. Yep, Mr. Right said those magical words any girl who grew up a couple blocks from the State Fair will tell ya……………Would you like to go to the Fair?
Boy howdy! Boyfriend asks girlfriend on a date to the Fair? Yes please. Hand holding and eating and walking and giggling.
I have to eat and drink to stay well, so we had a home cooked meal prior to going to the Fair. (very responsible of us, uh?)
I really don’t know what happens. Why on earth you are hungry the moment you step on those Fair grounds. We headed straight to the Scone booth. Fresh hot, burn your hands hot, biscuit dough stuffed to overflowing with butter and raspberry jam. Yes, it was a treat for me. Yes, I will have another one next year. Yes, it was worth the wait.
Then we “did” the Fair. You know, Pig Palace with 1 day old piglets and mom. Not sure what a mom pig is called. Um, We got to see them all sleepy and happy.
We did a few cow barns and then went into the “Animals of the World” building , not sure what the heck that even means. I saw my first Zedonk. Really, I had to look really close at his legs. They sort of looked painted on stripes. Nope, they were real. Along side 12 or 13 other little short people who were pointing and asking questions, I was right there. It is super easy to blend in with kids. They don’t question anyone looking and learning. Ever notice, kids don’t judge? Everyone is learning and figuring it all out. Yes, even the cross between a half donkey and half zebra. um.
The Hobby Hall called to us. I am always intrigued and fascinated about what people collect. Oh sure, there was the usual owl collection, salt and pepper shaker collection. I think there has been someone collecting Troll dolls ever since I started going to the fair 49 years ago. Or maybe it is the same person? This year I saw a corn on the cob collection. Seriously. A laundry detergent box collection. wow. There was the usual Barbie doll collection, nativity collection and the clock collection. What caught my eye and interest was hanging on the wall. All behind glass, pinned and properly aligned….. a Pendleton Wool plaid shirt collection. Seriously. Oh, I have so much to say. However, I am the girl who collects rolling pins and flying pigs and white animal creamers so, best just to keep my mouth closed. The uniqueness (is that even a word?) makes it so, we can’t stop smiling through the entire stroll through the building.
Hungry? Why yes, yes I am. I am thinking Gigantic HUGE deep friend onion rings would be perfect. Oh wow. No one needs deep-fried onion rings. However, for some strange and wonderful reason, the boyfriend bought them. There is NO WAY we could possibly eat those 8 HUGE onion rings of deep-fried goodness. Oh, I guess there was a way. So good. So bad for you. So worth it.
4H building, flowers and fruits and vegetables and a 1,600 plus pound pumpkin. And the voting. We had to vote for our favorite grange display. The entries have gotten smaller along with the popularity of the grange itself, however, still amazing and wonderful and oodles of work. We love choosing our favorite and casting our secret ballot.
The quilts and fine arts building. Oh, the quilts. You know I liked that part. Yes, we got to vote on our favorite there as well.
The canned foods and basket weaving. The baked goods and crochet. The cross stitch and sewing. Having been a winner in years past (I won a BLUE ribbon for my peanut brittle when I was 12 years old) I can appreciate how much talent, effort, work, trial and error went into all those entries. Everyone should enter the Fair, once in their life. No doubt about it, the act itself teaches respect.
Hungry, again? Why yes, yes, I am. A freshly made bag of popcorn will hit the spot. All that salt and “butter”. The thin paper bag with red and white stripes decorating it.
Walking back to the car, hand in (salty, grease covered) hand with your boyfriend.
For one night, all is right with the world.