THE FAIR in Postcards 4

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 insurance.