Dave discovered that our rental had satellite TV, so we watched the World Cup semifinal while eating breakfast and preparing for the fair.
I wandered around the field-like yard harvesting weeds and a few branches of a purpose-planted variegated willow. I turned them into a nice wreath for Amy’s hat. Dave tucked a plumeria under his hat brim and I tied my pink and gold rosebud headband into a coronet. Bill was long-sleeved and long-trousered due to antibiotic induced sun sensitivity, but he enjoyed the Fair nonetheless.
Fairies and dragons and jugglers and musicians. Grandmas, mammas, and babies. Nerds, hippies, and who-knows-whats. They’re all at the fair and this year was no exception. The Oregon Country Fair–my High Holy Days of Summer.
Like most years I ate well—avocado dreamboat, purple corn drink, yucca dough empanadas—yum!
Oh yeah, and Heather helped us park! I love it when two different spheres of my world touch.
Back at the rental house at Benson Wine Company, we ate poke and danced–to a live band this time.
Last Wednesday Bill gave me a lesson in pulling Brave Horatio along after. He behaves very nicely, taking corners just about the same as LuluBelle. They’re a pretty sweet pair.
Bill had meetings Friday morning but I had the day off. Even though we were pretty well organized, I stopped at Fred Meyers after dropping him at work and bought a few last minute things. Picked Sarah up so she could take Max the Blue Meanie home for a luxury week with a non-human-powered vehicle. Hope she doesn’t get lazy.
Packed, checked lists, packed, and packed some more.
I started off to get Bill—late.
Had to swing by Sarah’s to rescue a state parks pass (that we didn’t need) from the blue car.
Finally picked up Bill about two.
Friday afternoon was gorgeous, lunch at Burgerville delicious, and the thought of Amy and Dave waiting at our rental with salad Nicoise lovely.