Fair game
At long last we are being treated to some beauti-fall weather.
Today, the high barely reached seventy.
In honor of this annual climatic milestone -- or perhaps because it's the only night available to do it -- TG is taking Dagny to the South Carolina State Fair.
I don't do fairs. Just, no. I will be here at home.
Audrey, who apparently doesn't do fairs either, is joining me. We plan to watch TV and eat snacks.
Dag is also spending the night with us, and some of the day on Friday. Tomorrow evening the whole family will be going out to dinner, to celebrate Brittany's birthday.
TG plans to feed Dagny fair food for her supper (who knows what that will entail -- probably something fried) tonight, take her on a few rides, then hang out in the animal exhibits.
There's a petting zoo, a Border Collie demonstrating how he herds goats, and all kinds of barnyard-type critters to admire.
This afternoon, I asked Dagny what she's wearing to the fair, as it will be right cool when the sun goes down.
My new leggin's, she replied. The pink ones. No, the gray ones.
Mmmmmkay. Sounds like a plan. I'm pretty sure her denim jacket will be involved too.
The days are getting shorter. The nights are turning colder. The leaves are brightening and crisping in preparation for their collective swan song.
I wish you could hear the squirrels when they jump from the white oak which looms over our house, onto the sun room roof, then scamper to the edge and take flying leaps onto the privacy fence, along which they run like they're on fire.
Above my head, they sound as though they weigh thirty-eight pounds and are wearing shoulder pads and cleats.
They maraud around our deck as well, tails twitching, scooping up acorns.
Rizzo, who is ardent about acorns, notices and growls from the recesses of my recliner but does not bother to elevate his hackles.
The pickings aren't exactly slim; there are enough acorns on our deck for a gang of peckish squirrels and a Chiweenie whose tastes run to organic snacks found in nature.
I tell Rizzo: Play fair. You aren't allowed to have acorns anyway.
Whereupon he sighs, yawns, and goes back to sleep.
It's nuts.
And that is all for now.
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Happy Thursday
Reader Comments (7)
I think this is an excellent plan! Mother-daughter time and Grandpa-granddaughter time! You'll all enjoy it!
We have squirrels running around too, and acorns dive bombing the house too!
I love the photos! The second to the last is just so sweet!
@Mari ... the squirrels and acorns sure are in overdrive this year. Yep those two are certainly in sync. They love spending time together. Reminds me of Bob with your Alaina and Ruby, haaaha. Great (as in wonderful) grandpas. xoxo
I haven't a clue what you wrote about. As usual I was staring at TG because with that gray hair, square jaw with the small cleft, he looks so much like my Fred that it always takes my breath away.
Dagny is looking older and looking so cute in every picture. Those two will have a great time at the fair. So glad that your fall weather has arrived. I think that winter has arrived here. UGH!
@Judy ... I knew you'd say that, or something just like it. We both must have a weakness for good-looking men. xoxo
@Cheryl ... Winter already in Ohio? I hope it's not a bad one for you. This morning, heading out to church here, it was sunny but windy, with a "feels like" temperature of 47. It felt wonderful. I wore fall/winter wardrobe, even my leather gloves. But tomorrow it's warming up again, haahaa. They DID have a wonderful time at the fair. Dagny is still talking about it. xoxo
Priceless photos here! Dagny is looking so pretty with her handsome Grandpa. I talked to Sam over the weekend, and he shared that he has 108 girlfriends now that he's in Kindergarten. (Or, maybe 83...) I asked him why so many girls were swooning over him, and he said, "because I'm so nice." I asked, "and because you're so cute?" "Yeah - that too," he answered. I love what they come up with at this age! Hope Dagny didn't get a tummy ache...
@Barb ... she didn't eat a THING at the fair except cotton candy, and she brought most of that home. Papaw could not entice her with anything they were cooking. She fed a kangaroo and lured a budgie to a honey-sweetened tongue depressor that she held out to attract it. Good times. That SAM! Scads, scores of girlfriends. I am not surprised. What a little doll. I know you miss him. xoxo