This past weekend was the Lewis and Clark County fair. The 4H animal exhibits always draw me. This year I swore I would take a spin on the rides but I was wrong. After visiting all the chickens, rabbits, goats, pigs, cows, sheep, and horses and looking at the quilts, knives, pies, and photos a thunderstorm moved in and even though the rides were still whirling and swirling I decided to take a pass while the lightening struck neighboring hillsides.
Burt and I also thought we’d eat some food truck food but the selection was uninspiring and nearly as expensive as a restaurant and it was raining. We headed to town where we had a mediocre meal in a loud and crowded restaurant. Good idea, wrong place. Most notable about our choice of restaurant was that there were no less than 9 people in there that we knew. All summer we’ve been going about doing things and have hardly popped into a friend or acquaintance from the past and in the span of forty minutes there were nine people wanting to catch up. Too many, too fast. Overload for this introvert.
I wish I had chickens. Maybe even a goat. The goats made an impression. They were very affectionate.