SUMMER SOLSTICE in Postcards 4

…or we are off to the fair.

We are heading to the Fair this Sunday. I flat out love the Fair. I love all the fuss, the sunshine, the massive color assault, even the noise, the critters, the homemaking things, the jewelry, the furniture, and all the other stuff.

The fair is a make or break world for the 4H kids, a concern for the folks who enter things like knitting, quilting, wood crafts, or foods, and a joy to those of us who attend. I always mean to enter a place setting using my Russel Wright or Southern Potteries, but I always forget.

Depression Glass table settings.

We both are entertained by the three huge sales tents and the barkers. Yes, he buys his car wax from the Wax Man. Yes, I used to always stop in to see the Indian jewelry family, but they don’t come any more. Yes, I miss them.

He’s the man that lights his waxed car hood on fire for you.

Tho I can’t walk far these days, I get into as many corners as I can. (More tomorrow.)

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• Himself: Gym, pool. At work cursing his computer.


• Herself: Washing everything, cleaning with peroxide, bandaging me, and off to shelve and price Christmas books for a Christmas in July sale at work. Yes, I do take all the photos that are in my entries.


• Reading: Just finished a garbage romance/mystery that will be returned to the store.


• Gratitude’s: 124 degrees C in Arizona. 72 C here at the beach. I am so grateful to live here.