Well, hello there. Nice to see you again. For the past week, I have been in the one spot in the whole country that has no reliable wi-fi coverage, which is just fine, because I had no reliable desire to touch an iPad.
What I did have was a reliable desire to give and receive hugs, tell LOTS of ghost stories, say yes to pudding cups and Flav-o-Ice, and jump in the lake and be a mermaid. Gosh, I love these kids–my nephews and niece from Out East. They are so full of energy and curiosity and respect and love; it was difficult to squeegee their fingerprints off the storm door at the lake house when they were gone. And they were gone a day ahead of schedule, which meant we didn’t all get to go together to the County Fair.
But those of us left behind did go to the 4-H Parke County Fair. And we enjoyed the goat kids, llamas and alpacas, rabbits and poultry, the horse show, elephant ears, awkward hand-holding Indiana teenagers, and The Rides. Ginger was a good egg and went on a bunch of rides with me, where we were way taller than almost everyone else in line–which means what? That grownups in Indiana don’t ride rides?
Too bad. It was nice to be a kid again.
ginnygram 
I know we talked about county fairs before you left for your vacation but after reading your blog I thought about the teenagers at the county fair I would to go. And yes there is the awkward hand holding even outside of Indiana. And it’s all about what to wear too! My great niece is only 9 and she had to get the outfits just right because you see everyone at the fair. Oh did you have any LemonAid? Shaken LemonAid is the best thing ever.