Going to the Fair

Right up the last moment it was looking like we were going to skip the fair, and that was good news for an old man like me. I’m not big on fairs in the first place, they cost too much money, the food is all garbage, and it’s crowded. Whine, whine, whine. The weather was supposed to be lousy, and there was some question as to whether there was even going to be a fair because of the hurricane. Finally, R’s parents were supposed to arrive that afternoon, so how the heck were we supposed to go the fair?

It’s simple, you knucklehead, you drive. The kids were completely unfazed by my long list of concerns and complications, and all they could think about was when we were going to leave. Their good buddies, A&I, were going to be there, and it was the best day to go because the schools went that day and a lot of the hoodlums come on the weekend. Plus, they usually have a deal on the rides on Thursday.

We had arranged to meet up with AG and his girls, he was helping out with the school, and we figured we’d see each other or at least make contact via cell phone. We headed out in the late AM and it was raining, and I kept thinking this would work in our favor because at some point we’d be all cold and wet. On the way in, you could see the damage done by the swollen river as a result of the storm. It was awful in some parts.

It was raining steadily when we arrived, and we put on our raincoats and I was the umbrella caddy (of course) as we walked around. We met up with our friends pretty much right away, and I have to confess that it ended up being a rather nice day. Sure, we go rained on, and it was cold, but the kids got to hang, and the kids paired off nicely. I got to hang with AG, and we had a nice afternoon just following the kids around and feeding them occasionally. Lots of junk food, mind you.

By early afternoon, we were soaked, and some of the kids were complaining of being cold. I think we were a bit under prepared, my bad. Then again, it’s always my fault.

We took the scenic way home along route 14, and again, you could see how bad the damage from the hurricane was. Just heartbreaking. We returned around 4:00, just in time to do some last minute cleanup and heat up the food for our supper when R’s parents arrived. We also threw some logs on the fire to warm up. It’s that time of the year again.

Never a dull moment around here. Until the next time, thanks for reading, and thanks to kslyesmith for the pic.