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PROGRAMMING NOTE from the Author and Archivist


So obviously I just stopped blogging on this platform. I'll get back to it eventually. Or not. I'm taking a break from all social media. It seemed necessary for my mental health.

The last few years have been busy and … challenging:

- 2015 Happened.
- 2016 Let's call it The Lost Year. (Obviously words failed me.)
- 2017 about broke me. Literally. Mentally.
- 2018 was ridiculous, proving 2017 was just a warm up. (Good thing I was already broken so it couldn't hurt as much.#2018TrashCanFire I thought things were going okay, but maybe not?)

- 2019 was such a blur. I know there were highlights, but then stuff happened and carried into the next year...

- And then in March#2020 really took a turn. Who can even categorize 2020? Do we dare?


I kinda want a do-over of some of the last few years. But life doesn’t work that way.


So for now, I'm hunkering down. Regrouping. Trying to stay safe and sort some stuff out.


Stay safe everyone. Stay well.

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Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Summer Fridays/River/Road Trip 2010: Barnyard Bubbles

Now, I love my nieces, but everyone related to me, MIGHT understand why I find this stare-off quite hysterical. Genetics will out.
Let me set the scene: My last summer Friday off was while I was out West on the River/Road Trip, and I got to spend the morning with Christina and the kids. We headed out to spend a few hours at the local County Fair.

It's HOT out West in the daytime, so the fair action usually gets underway after dark. That does not work with three little kids and nap schedules, but it does work to keep the fair grounds pretty uncrowded. We were able to enjoy kid-friendly attractions like a bubble tower and the petting zoo without a lot of company.

There's nothing like sun, a breeze, and soapy water to entertain kids of all ages. Elle had a hard time keeping her shoes on while avoiding the bigger kids and mommies and aunties with cameras.

As for the animals at the petting zoo, it's totally understandable why even the draft horses were unusually grumpy. It was HOT! The pigs had the right idea. I'm not sure why they were the only ones to rate a wading pool. (That poor little buffalo calf. He looked so pathetically sad.)

Petting zoos aren't the easiest place to manuever with a baby buggy, so I let Christina take the girls through the hands-on activities, like butter churning, steer lassooing, and the favorite, and face painting. Nathan and I stayed near a fan and out of the hay! Was he ever happy to see Mama and get into the air conditioning!

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