Hubs and I enjoy art crawls and craft fairs and now that he’s fully retired, we’re able to catch more of them. So we jumped at the invitation from my son and his wife, when they wanted to take us to their local art fair, as part of my Mom’s Day and Birthday celebrations. With a gift of my choice and dinner out, who could turn that down.
I was pretty excited during the drive down to their place. It’s an hour and a half drive, and on the freeway, we passed an “older” couple on their Sunday Drive. This triggered thoughts of my Grandma, and I remembered “Animal Fair” . . . one of the little songs she sang to me as a child.
Do you know it? “I went to the animal fair . . . the birds and the beasts were there”. For you who are closer to my age group, gotta tell ya, public opinion has changed the lyrics a couple of times over the years. Here’s a current version from the internet.
The monkey no longer gets drunk . . . he gets bumped by a skunk.
Hhmm. Anyhoo . . . my day gave me my own lyrics to that melody.
I went to a country art fair
So much to see and buy there
and beautiful pottery ware.
The Chinese dinner was great.
I ate and ate . . . and ate.
And on the way home, I rested and zoned,
and dreamed of my beautiful date . . . the date, the date!
A perfect “memory” day! And the LeAnne Chin’s did double duty . . .
lunch and take-home for dinner. Yum.
It’s really filled in.
Meanwhile . . . the countdown to more fun is on!
My crazy cousins will be here in LESS THAN TWO WEEKS!
So we’re fixin’ and buildin’ and cleanin’ . . . lots and lots of cleanin’.
I’ll keep you posted on the progress.
Until then, stay positive and it’ll help you be productive.
Later – Cheryl