state fair goodness

So again, I found myself at the fair. Granted, watching the grands play music for the corn husking competition was inspirational- but, due to masses of cars on the road, we didn't tarry at the stalls of pander-ers racing balloon filled clown heads, offering flying tiger rides and presenting spinning Frisbees to paint or cubes to stand in and pose for a digitally printed sepia toned image dressed as whores. We didn't toss rings on soda bottles in hopes of winning a very 'lethargic' goldfish or indulge in garlic stuffed green olives or wonder mops. We did take the time to eat some fair food and check out some creatures dressed in feathers and fur. We clopped like blond draft horses, laughed at earless goats playing king of the mountain and admired the fluffy black ears of a cow who's alarm went off randomly- charging all in the barn to attention. We clucked with chickens, passed warily behind the hind side of taupe colored cows and were wowed by some mighty giant rabbits. Oh happy day, there were no screams this year, when sheep bleated or pigs squealed. Thanks to Sean, we enjoyed the close proximity of a handicapped parking spot- just past the blue gate phone-booth sentinel. We were sad to find we didn't take the time to explore the neon wonderland of rides the boys won't be tall enough to ride for years and missed the pageantry of viewing those dark haired beauties dressed in spangles and satin, the greasy afterglow of any number of fried concoctions or the fluttering ribbons of the 4H show. The scones are it for me. The scones and sitting on foot vibrating stumps with my grandma very near the 'lost parent' tent- that's what I missed. And Smokey the Bear and the giant sturgeon- that, I'm pretty sure, someone stole from the fairgrounds a dozen years ago. So again, I went to the fair. And I took the boys, and will again.