It's kind of a love/hate thing I have with the State Fair. I anticipate it every year and every year, before we are ready to leave, I'm done. This year was no exception.
DadKat and I man a booth in the Education Building for a 4-hour shift. This year was so hot and so humid, I was wilted, sweaty, feet hurt, done, done, done! Our shift was at least a year long and no amount of room temperature water helped, no amount of looking at the prize-winning jellies passed time. It was truly agony.
Of course, before the shift, we made our annual tour, mini-donuts in hand, through the animal buildings: so many clean cows, darling goats, hilarious chickens. Then, blackberry malt in hand, we sat for a show at the MPR booth--wonderful classical singers doing their Hawaii show in lovely, gaudy shirts and bare feet.
We looked for political buttons of a certain persuasion--all out--a good sign! Cheesecurds in hand, we wandered past what used to be machinery hill. Now the machinery is mostly lawn mowers. Lots of scooters and motorcycles this year. I wonder if scooter/cycle/bike accidents will go up with their increased use. This morning a motorcycle rider got nailed 100-feet from our house. It didn't look good for him/her.
Only a year 'til the State Fair.
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Maybe next year we can liven up your fair experience by lending Cam to you? Then you can take him on all the spinning rides ;) I'd suggest the marry-go-round for Allan!!
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