We spent the last day of summer at the fair – the one we used to call Puyallup – under sunshine, blue skies and temperatures climbing into the 80’s.
Rides, food, and entertainers – we enjoyed them all – without masks and without worries – just like the old days.
I walked the fairgrounds where so many memories resided – I’ve been attending the fair since I was a kid.
I used to love the rollercoaster – an old wooden, classic, with a slow, steep climb and a huge drop, where you scream as loud as you can. I rode the swings once too – though not these that climb high into the sky first.
This time we rode wild horses round and round, and I chose the prettiest to sit on, with Bob next to me (his idea to ride.)
Low risk and pretty traditional I suppose, as were my food choices. No deep fried anything. (I tried deep-fried twinkies once and was disappointed. Why chance it again?)
Instead, I chose an onion burger and washed it down with a dole whip float.
Both were good choices.
A week later summer is reluctant to go, and we are still in the 80’s.
But summer temperatures will soon be a memory, too.
Fall’s promise is here and life goes on.