The Big Ex

I think I have been waiting for something exciting to happen in our lives before writing in my blog. Today it happened. The Big Ex was in town. The exhibition that is. In the states it’s known as the county fare. You know, the rides, livestock, the rides, poultry, the rides, local gymnastics show, the rides, greasy food and cotton candy, the rides, antique farm equipment. You get the point. Dusty was awe struck. The evening began with the wonderful discovery that the parking lot was basically a blueberry field. We ate our way to the exhibition grounds. We just followed Dusty around and basically made a point of saying yes to everything. Sometimes you just need to do that. Having been instilled with the evils of gambling from a very young age, I was almost going to say no to the games, but they have one where you pay $5 and you are guaranteed to win a prize. You have to scoop out 7 rubber ducks from a plastic kiddie pool. You have unlimited tries. There was no catch here. So, needless to say we threw our money away for one more moment of joy for our precious only child. He is on the bright side and we had a hard time convincing him that winning was any kind of achievement, but he was none the less delighted with his painfully cheap (not in price), made in China by small children, blue stuffed puppy. We had a great evening with not one tantrum. I suppose when you only say yes you don’t get those nasty tantrums. On the way back to the parking lot we found more blueberries. There was a beautiful tied up puppy on the other side of the fence. I generally make a rule of not letting Dusty pet dogs that we don’t know without their owners, but this dog just screamed friendly. Dusty fed him blueberries through the fence for quite some time. When we finally pried Dusty and myself away, the dog cried and cried at the loss of his friend and blueberry supplier. Heartbreaking. So, we have decided tomorrow morning to find more blueberry sources. We are going to head to the Hubbards farmers market. Apparently there are nature trails near there. I have been doing so well with my hats at our local farmers’ market. I am scoping out some more venues. I really look forward to every Thursday where I put on a pretty dress and hat and chat with grownups about hats, sorrounded by fresh fruits and veggies, pastries, cheese and other artisans. If you are any where in this area please come visit. Until Next Time…Happy Hatting and blueberry picking. Anna