“Go to the fair instead” and so I did.
Fly the pleasure that bites tomorrow.
Friday night was to be the night of the big tractor pull at our local fair. My Hero was rather excited. I have to admit, I enjoy it but by the end of the night, well you know. Just before we were to leave the farm, those skies opened up and it poured and poured heavy rain. We knew that there was a probability of rain all week, so we had not cut any hay. This turned out to be a very good thing.
I went to the fair, My Hero stayed home thinking the tractor pull would not go ahead---- he was right. When I was pulling in, a trailer pulling a tractor was exiting the fairgrounds. Oh well, I knew there was pie for sale at the church booth, I like pie. It turns out it was so quiet because of all the tractor pull people not attending, that there was no one buying pie, so it had shut down early. I did not get any pie but I did however wander around the midway. There were a few brave individuals out and enjoying the rides. I finally went home knowing that the big parade through the village was the next morning and I wanted to get there early.
Now, every year since I was about six, my Mom had gone to this parade. I was going to go and take photos and reminisce about past parades while enjoying the familiarity of it all and remembering her. It is a small parade but with a big hearted bunch of loyal followers and participants. This has never changed and that is why it has so much appeal to me. There was a little bit of everything, and some surprises too.
I walked along the parade route with my camera while waiting for the parade to begin. Like in any small town I stopped and hugged people that I have known all my life and had grown up with. Friends that I have accumulated over the years were also waiting for this year’s parade. There was something very different this year though. It seems there are people that I do not know but somehow know me through my column in the newspaper, and they would approach me. Even with my purposely deceptive photo at the top of every story, it seems I have been found out. I realized this when a woman asked me, as I was running by to get a shot of the parade “Where is your Hero?” I smiled and replied that he had gone to an auction, and she actually understood what that meant and laughed. I thought that this was very funny. Taking photos during the parade was a bit uncomfortable. It was extremely hot and humid.
I wandered around the fair after the following the parade into the fair grounds. I took a bunch of photos and chatted with a lot of friends but I left after having a piece of pie. I wanted to see more of the horse pull but the heat had zapped my energy. I headed home knowing that the Battle of the Bands was on that night and it was going to be a late event.
Do you remember the woman above, who asked about My Hero? Well that same woman on seeing me again that evening at The Battle of the Bands concert, asked me if that was My Hero. I had to say yes, even if it was not because we were holding hands. Don’t you think? Oh don’t worry, it was. He now thinks that after this woman asked about him and I said yes, that he will never be able to go anywhere incognito again. I think it is funny. I am not exactly sure what he really thinks about it.
The Battle of the Bands was exciting and what a great mix of bands it had. I have always enjoyed all musical genres. I especially enjoy watching talented musicians with their skills at playing the different instruments. Rockin’ the night away with good music is always a good thing. My Hero and I stayed till midnight. Turns out the band we voted for won. Congratulations to Forty Seven Teeth, a talented group of young people. Look out music world here they come.
I love this weekend so far, with the non-haying Friday and Saturday. It is now Sunday as I am writing this, and the demolition derby will be happening very soon. It is already extremely hot and humid, so I am not sure if we are going to make it. Thanks Mother Nature for your great timing with the rain. By the way, this having fun and not working in the hay thing is exhausting, but I am having a ball.