Just in case you thought you could not detest them more, here is a loathsome photo from my sunflowers.
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
We went out to the fair a few days ago, and had lots of fun looking at the art and craft entries and the animals. Then we took what I thought would be a brief visit to the midway.
After quite a bit of discussion, we spent a small fortune on getting the girls bracelets that would let them ride as many rides as they wanted. I was a little dismayed by the expenditure, but consented. I'm glad I did. It was worth it to see them overcome their fears and ride some very big rides, and LOVE it. They sat together on this one:
...which was very high. I was impressed by their bravery, especially that of my 8-year-old, who was quite nervous at first.
Then she and I got on the Tilt-a-Whirl:
She wasn't sure she wanted to ride it, but I wanted to ride it with her, so finally we both got on it. At times, it spun so fast that it really pinned me to the back, and I was a little weary of it by the time we exited. But she got off, convinced her sister to get on, and they rode it together. The 10-year-old wasn't too fond of it, but her little sister rode it five times in a row, even by herself.
I have been posting mostly photos lately, but not much written material. I think on reason is that sometimes I don’t have much to say. Other times, though, I feel like I have so much stuff “backlogged” in my mind, stuff I could post to my blog, that I don’t know where to begin (or I want to post it chronologically, and feel like I should backtrack, but I can’t retrace my steps.) But then after realizing I’m thinking about this I realize that there is no reason to feel this way, that no one cares if my blog is in chronological order, that no one cares if it tells a coherent narrative, and that few people end up reading it anyway…so, it does not matter what I say, when I say it, or in what order. If I want to post stuff here for my few readers to read, I should just put it up when I think of it and when I have time.