“Pens. They’ve got pens!” Nick yelled from his side of the commercial barn, as I darted over to the Planned Parenthood booth. We were staying enthusiastic about the simple joys at Shiawassee’s County fair.
“Is this one broken?” he asked the lady working.
“Push the clip in to retract it,” she suggested.
“You apparently should have been aborted,” I mused. Nick ignored me, focused on the unguarded bowl of Tootsie Rolls at a Democrat’s table.
That reminds me. symphy ‘s mother regularly contributes to her son’s website at http://ludicrosity.com/ She recently learned that Symphy is an atheist & wrote a “Who raised you”isque response. They have a good project going, there.
My day was eventful, having scratched behind the ears of several cows, pigs, sheep, and goats. Surrey routes, 4-H food, some guy carving sculptures with his chain saw, and even – yes – a little bingo in the VFW tent. I didn’t get to the midway or grand stand this time, but I’m sure I’ll wander over there again soon. If not, I can always hear the demolition derbies and country music concerts from my backyard.
The concession aisle has a dairy barn. I kind of sort of grabbed a wooden spoon and ate an entire pint of premium chocolate ice cream. Soon ill, this girl collapsed in the vacant, grassy bowl at the center. Everything moved at some slow, sunny pace that I could hear all around me.
The windows are open and I just felt wind-blown water on my shoulder. I feel strange. Like a good word could lean me one way, and a bad one, mow me down. Hard to explain the night.
I wonder if this’ll work. It might not pick up.
That’s here. Noisy and Silent.