Back from the Fair
Life is getting back to normal. Sort of. I think.
Josh is home. The Fair is over. Don’t get me wrong. I like my summers where I don’t have a schedule and if I want to write, I write. I don’t have to worry about dance or swimming. But I am very happy Josh is home. I’ve missed him and I swear he’s grown about 2 inches.
I enjoy the Fair for the first few days. But then, I get Fair’d out. The crush of people, the smells and the noise just don’t agree with my system. The only thing good about the Fair was deep fried pickles. Yes, you heard me – deep fried pickles. And the chocolate covered bacon – my 2 favorite parts of the Fair.
I am a glutton for punishment. I’m allergic to mosquitoes and I don’t particularly like the cold. Where do I live? Minnesota. I don’t like crowds, loud noises and the smell of food coming at me from all sides. In fact, I get panic attacks in such situations. Where do I work in the summers – State Fair. I had to take my anti-anxiety medication every day. Still had a panic attack Monday night – but it was no one’s fault but my own because the medication had worn off. And I was running on very little sleep. I do have to thank Mom, though, for coming over and watching Josh during the day on Monday so I could get in a nap; and for trying to help me when the panic attack first hit me Monday night. Love you, Mom! Mean it.
So, I decided to get online last night….way too many emails. A lot of it spam, but some of it was from web forums I frequent, reminding me about games I’m playing and such. I have 1 mafia game I’m playing that had 17 pages on the first 2 days, and I hadn’t even confirmed my role for the game yet. Eep! Still haven’t finished reading through it all. Still have to put together a discussion topic for the month for one of these web forums. Have to balance the checkbook and double check the bills to make sure they are all scheduled to be paid.
And right now, all I want to do is sleep.
I received a few emails during the Fair asking if I would be willing to sell a copy of my shawl pattern. For the record – I’m not selling my shawl pattern. It is mine. If you have problems paying for the shawl, I do accept payment plans, or I will take the payment in trade. I have a few reasons for this. 1. It isn’t complete. I’m always tweaking it. 2. It is the foundation pattern for a few more shawl ideas I have. 3. I’m just not comfortable with it. If I personally knew you, and knew that you would not turn around and make shawls to sell, undercutting my price, then maybe.
Well, back to work. Lots to do to catch up from the Fair.
