There was tons of wonderful food. I really should have taken a photo of the spread because it was a real mood lifter.
We had a good time gabbing as usual. Then A’s two daughters talked us into playing a very loose game of volleyball in the lake. A video of the tense action would have had you all on the edge of your seats, but alas, no video. Sorry…
I had to get home to Java, and Cousin A followed me there. We were going to get an early start on hitting the MN State Fair on Labor Day, so A spent the night at my house.
When we got to the house, Cousin A gave me a set of four coasters she made from broken plate pieces set onto tile with grout in between. They’re so pretty! What a great surprise!
We sat up late talking about our crazy childhoods. It’s a wonder any of us survive “the best years of your life”. It was kind of like old times, when we used to do sleepovers, but we couldn’t stay up too late because we were going to get up at 5 AM. We were very serious about the state fair thing.
We left my house at 6:30 AM, planning on taking the bus from the mall to the fairgrounds, but the buses didn’t start running until 8 AM so we drove all the way to the fair grounds and parked there. I thought everyone tried to get to the fair before 8 AM. But I guess not. Live and learn…
We found a church diner to have breakfast and split a scrambled egg, bacon, potato, and pancakes breakfast. One serving was plenty for both of us.
We then started our fairgrounds tour. The big thing at the MN State Fair is to serve as much food as possible on a stick. They also like to deep fry everything — pickles, Snickers bars, even fruit! And, of course, put it on a stick!
This place decided to go anti-stick.
It’s all about the food. And lots of it.
We saw a parade.
And we also checked out the midway to see if it had changed much from when we hung out there as kids. It was a lot cleaner than we remembered. And the workers all had respectable clean red shirts on rather than the wife-beater t-shirts on the guys and the skimpy outfits on the women that we remembered.
Still, it was like old times for us, only we didn’t bring any cherry vodka and didn’t pick up any carnies. Just kidding! Really! Ha! Ha!
We discovered an amazing musical group at one of the bandshells. They are called Abalone Dot, and the group consists of four beautiful, talented women from Sweden. I loved the combination of the string instruments and the unbelievable harmonies. All the women did solos at times and all had equally wonderful voices. I had goosebumps during the entire performance! I think they called their style “soft folk”. Embedding is disabled on YouTube but you can hear their song Lose Again there.
We met up with A’s daughters and one of their friends. But by 3:30, the crowds were thickening, and I needed to get home to Java.
When I got home, I had a corn dog.
That’s where that missing ear of corn went! Silly Java.
So, as you can see, it turned out to be a much more eventful, and fun-filled weekend than I had thought it would be. There were a few sad moments at the fair as it’s been kind of a fun yearly event for H and I.
When I sat down at the computer, the following words poured out of my head. Excuse my sentimentality, but it’s my unedited, 60 second brain dump. It must have been all the pretty Abalone Dot songs conspiring against me…
There’s an ache so deep
It threatens to choke my breath.
But one of these days
I’ll be done crying over you.
And one of these days
You’ll be crying over me.
I’m waiting for the day
Someone sees the beauty in my soul.
I wish it’d been you.
But first, I had to see.
And now I do,
Now I do.
Oh hon- I can’t wait until the time when you don’t even spend any time at all thinking of him. Seriously, if you wanted to become rich, you could write a book about this whole experience and call it “How I lost 180 lbs w/o even trying.”
Believe me, a day will come when you’ll have to literally stop and think when the last time you thought about him was, and won’t remember.
Also- the Fair!! Yes- last year I was all set to hold a “carnie pagent” over on my blog (as in- pick the grossest one), and was sorely disappointed by the clean-cut disguises they put them all in now.
I see you like playing the flute and piano??
I bet you would just love Ozzy Osbourne, or Grand Funk Railroad…or maybe even Heart!?!
Peace and Love
Sue – You are so sweet. Oh, wait, that’s probably not the image you are going for.
It will really be more like losing 250 lbs. The weight gain is probably my fault too. I anxiously wait for this day of which you speak of. At least I’m now considering that it’s possible.
I did see one carnie with crisp red shirt but also toothless. So sad that my cousin and I actually felt flattered when the carnies flirted with us when we were mere teens. Some real self esteem issues there.
Blase – I used to play my flute along with Heart and Jethro Tull. I played piano to Linda Ronstadt and organ to Boston.
hang in there … as a person who has walked in those shoes..there are good things around the corner.. no looking back!
PS..Glad you had fun at the fair!!
So glad you had a good time at the fair-my Mom and sister have both gone through divorces, and it does take a while to ‘come back to yourself’.
looks like you had an angel on your shoulder… what a blessing
good times, good times ahead, my friend
Someone sure does see the beauty in you….all of your friends do!
I’m so glad you had a great Labor Day Weekend…what fun!
what!? did you say they deep fry pickles and snickers bars????
up until now i had only seen that on the simpsons, when homer went crazy with a deep fryer at a fair. i thought that phenomenon was limited to that cartoon tv show.
no freakin way. snickers..why! pickles….no way. corn dogs, yes.
in fact, here in germany, whenever my husband and i are watching an american tv show and they mention a corn dog on a stick, i have to tell him what that is. i thought that was the only thing we americans deep fry on sticks.
i keep trying to figure out where you live, cuz it is not on your profile, but this post says MN which is minnesota…..but that is up north! how can that be.
apparently i have missed out on a big part of the american culture, and i have not done good service to my man who would like to actually experience america on his visits.
lots of work to do.
p.s. i love the nothing on a stick stand. oh, if only i could have been there to patronize and see what they had, stickless, for sale.