Freewrite for Friday, September 4th, 2009 --fourteen minutes

1:07

I'm starting in early.  Friday mornings are busy for me.  It's Louisiana Rhythms on KFAI radio and I like to listen to that show and clean house.  But truthfully, tomorrow I hope to go to the fair. Oh, maybe not because I want to go to the Fair on Saturday. It's too expensive to go everyday and I've already gone twice.  Last week on Friday and then this past evening with my husband.                                                          What I like about the fair is the excitement and the air of expectancy, yet not knowing what to expect. I like walking around the education building and picking up free pencils and pocket tissues and silly items like toppers for one's pencil.  I like going to the Food Building and sampling the demonstartions.  Picking up coupons.  Watching the info-mercials.  I like putting my name in to win a new Prius or lawn furniture or Merry Maids cleaning or even the "Sharpest Knives on Earth!"

I like to cow boarns and the horses and their glistening coats of amber or chestnut.  I like to rub the pig's snout and scratch my palm on their bristles.  "Pigs have bristles, they don't care!" --from the Hair Book, a sound-a-like Dr. Seuss book.  Anyone else memorize that book in the process of reading it to their kids?  

I like to watch people stand in line for Tom Thumb donuts or Mrs. Field's bucket of cookies or Deep Fried Alligator.  I like to watch people dig out 3 or 4 bucks for an ear of coarn!  And 3 dollars for a 16 ounce glass of unsweetened iced tea. (I did that this past evening.)

And the music!  Last week, did I tell you? I paid $11 for two sets with Steve Riley and the Mamou Playboys, then a 44 I mean 45 minute set with Yawo, a Togolese msuciian.  GoodGolly, but I danced the entire time and was walking on air. Music, dance, energy, smiles.  What a mixture of fantasy!  So fun!

The fair might be a place to eat for many, but not for me.  I like to add nearly countless, but not countless because I wear my dependable pedometer, steps and rack up amazing numbers. "Did you really walk 18,304 steps today?"  "Yes!"  I'd check what's on my pedometer right now, but that would mean I have to take my hands aaya  away from the keyboard.  Well, why not? It's 1:21 AM.

And my pedometer says 9271. Plus I went for a 10 mile bike ride this afternoon.