Monday, September 17, 2012
Every day now for weeks I've gotten e-mail from the Bosley Hair Restoration people. Do you suppose that everyone who posts a picture online of himself--or in my case, herself--gets daily e-mails from these folks? And then Howie Mandel writes to me every day to tell me that I've been chosen to be contestant on whatever game show he is hosting. And don't forget the dozens of messages from Who's Who in America with their invitations. I keep blocking the senders, but the messages keep coming! I suppose it works a lot like the Do Not Call List for the phone since that doesn't seem to keep the telemarketers from calling frequently either.
Saturday, September 8, 2012
There were lots of animals in the petting zoo area--ten baby pigs with their mom all sound sleep piled up on top of each other, calves, goats, lambs, rabbits. There were specialty hens on display and an incubator so kids could watch chicks hatching. There were barns full of cows, but Dad said he'd seen enough cows in his lifetime that he didn't need to go look at more. There was a horse show going on. Miniature draft horses were pulling a wagon full of kids around and a large matched pair with their foal hauled an even bigger wagon full of people.
One of the display areas we both enjoyed was the museum/historical society building. Dad got a kick out of identifying for me all of the old farming tools and which ones he'd used as a boy/young man on the family farm. Some of the tools on display are very much like those in Dad's workshop, tools from his father and grandfather. He really like the horse-drawn dump wagon and an old David Bradley tractor. One of the volunteers was making applesauce using the woodstove and someone else was demonstrating how to make butter. It's always an interesting interactive place.
I picked up my free literature from the various religious groups accosting people in the walkways as well as a free miniature sunflower growing kit and I got fudge for Mom and Dad from the Fudge Lady. Managed to avoid all of the food at the fair--the whole place smelled like one giant fried onion. I think some people just go to the fair to eat--french fries in huge buckets, fried dough, bloomin' fried onions, sausage sandwiches...if I were to eat at the fair, I'd get some homemade pie from the local firefighters at their booth. But I even passed that up this year, having had lunch before going which was a good plan.
Even with so many people milling around it was pretty easy to avoid getting close to anyone. Dad and I pretty much had the exhibition halls to ourselves. Blood counts are lowering so I do have to be more careful about germs and keeping my immune system working well. Lots of handwashing today!