"Been workin' like a dog, slavin' on the fence line,
Stretchin' those wires tight.
Diggin' and tappin' and sweatin' in the sunshine,
But I get off tonight.
I got a date with a girl, a pretty ranchers daughter,
Green as her golden hair.
Gonna pick her up at eight after some soap and water.
And we're headin' to the County Fair.
Well, there's a full moon in the western sky,
and there's magic in the air.
Ain't nothin' I know of, can make you fall in love,
Like a night at the County Fair..."
Riff and I went to the Clatsop County Fair on Tuesday night. It was the first year that we didn't have any kids pulling on our arms, asking for cotton candy and money to ride the ferris wheel. Kind of a bittersweet moment. I wasn't quite sure how to act. I watch the other families with small kids, listen to the squeals of delight when they spot the lights of the carnival, and miss my babies. They grow up so darn fast. On the other hand, I don't wish to have anymore of my own. It's kind of nice to have a few nights free for just the two of us. We wandered the fair grounds, eating foot long German sausages, curly fries, and elephant ears. We scratched the pigs behind the ears, let the goats chew on our sweatshirts and laughed at the old turkey strutting around in his pen. Bryan White was the entertainment for opening night, so we sat on the green grass at the pavillion and enjoyed the music.
May you be blessed with the magic of the county fair....