We had a great time at the fair this year. Grandma Connie suggested we try the butterfly house. We did that first while Pete was still fresh, and he liked it a lot. He was so calm and gentle. An older staff woman asked if he was an only child. I said yes, and she said “I can tell”. It bothered me, can you tell?
Of course he tried out some rides – the merry-go-round (he wanted to go on that by himself), the motorcycles (a ride older than myself), and the floating boats.
Uncle Dave met us at the DNR building where we went all the way up the look-out tower, and then while the guys went over to the miracle of birth building I got some fries and listened to a band at the NPR booth. We ended the day with a sky ride and the giant slide. It doesn’t sound like much, but we were all pooped by 3 pm.
Rich and I went back on Saturday to check out things we couldn’t (at least not pleasurably) with Pete, and to see Ed show a cow (orange shirt or number 384). Cow show talk sounds something like this - "This next cow is a nice little heifer, her hips are explosive and she has a nice maternal look, a nice femininity to her. This is a cow you'd like to lean against the fence and admire, like I do on my farm in Pierce (but I digress)" - Then they talk about pins and hooks, twisted front legs, and nice necks in a slightly southern drawl (what?).
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