I complain a lot about living in the country. There really is no other place I’d rather be, but there are times when the lack of shopping plazas really just gets on my nerves. I’ve got to travel 45 minutes to go buy a package of underwear, and sometimes that really just pisses me off.
But then I take the kids out hiking or fishing and don’t see another person for hours and it restores the balance and I realize that I don’t care that I have to travel so far for basic necessities. That will change soon enough now that our town has a Super Wal-Mart in the works. I expect once the traffic problems come to our tiny little town, I’ll be looking to move further into the woods.
Today marks the beginning of fair time in the area where I live. Between now and late October, pretty much every weekend there is a fair/carnival/old home day within driving distance. We don’t go to all of them, but I take the kids to enough fairs that we will be able to get our fill of cotton candy, fried dough and carnival rides for the next year.
I’ll be dragging the boys’ lazy summertime asses out of bed soon and we’ll head out to our town’s fair for the day, before the weekend crowd hits. Let us hope that the ride operators are sober and that the grease is hot enough to kill whatever germs are lurking on the hands of the guy who makes the fried dough.
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