Speech Fuzz

Yesterday, David and I went to his friend Todd's house to drop off the chicks-that-turned-out-to-be-cocks. When we got there Todd was not there and a few minutes away from meeting us, so somebody opened the ranch gate and let us into the big open yard. There were a few friendly dogs to greet us, then a cat then a little girl with tangled blond hair and a dirty t-shirt that read "J'aime Paris" came up and said "Who are you?" I introduced David and myself and asked her name. It took me a few tries to understand it, but she said her name was Eris. We chatted for a little while. I haven't had any sustained conversations with 6-year-old girls in a while. It was odd but interesting. She seemed kind of lonely.

Todd showed up in a few minutes and we brought the roosterettes to their new home, a fenced in area with a brackish pond and a hen house, home to geese and ducks and chickens. It's going to be culture shock for the little chickens for sure. They were used to challenging each other to little chicken face-offs, but they are bantams not even full grown. They are dwarfed by the full sized roosters in their new digs.

On the way back to David's house, we stopped at Peet's coffee for iced coffee and a cookie, and to plan our next move. I suggested the Clark County Fair, up past Vancouver, WA. He acquiesced to my suggestion. We stopped off at his house for a minute, then headed up to the fair.

I accomplished most of what I wanted to do there in the first half hour we were there:

1. Look at the fancy chickens and other fowl.
   
2. Eat an Onion-Aire burger.
3. Marvel at the ugly people going by.

But since we were there, and it took so freaking long to park, and we wanted to get more out of the $9 admission, we stayed quite a while longer. I wanted to see the produce and flowers, and the handcrafts. I didn't see any knitting, which I thought was odd. Lots of crochet and quilting. The produce and flower exhibits were kind of dismal, the fair having been going for a few days already. Wilty stuff.

We looked at the llamas, didn't feel confident in petting them, although some of them were billed as "therapy llamas" and especially selected for their temperaments.

I bought some cashew-coconut brittle, ate it right away, and some jalapeño jerky, which I saved for another day.

Other stuff we ate: kettle corn, the worst of its kind I've ever had, I threw it out, and corn on the cob. I had a bite of David's corn dog. I guess there's a corn theme there.

David hadn't been to a country fair in many years, and he says he now is set and won't have to go to another for many years to come.