With all the rain we had last night and early this morning, I’ll admit, I was a little concerned that the fair was going to float away. Much to my relief, everything is still at the fairgrounds, bumper boats included.
Assuming the rain doesn’t carry everything away between now and Sunday, the fair comes to a close Sunday night with a demolition derby – one of two being held that day. I’ll be honest, I’m not sure I understand the derby. I get that everyone has their hobby, but to want to sit inside a car while others smash into it? It’s not really my cup of tea (although I can think of few people who I would like to see take up the hobby). In any case, best of luck to all the… well, I would call them drivers but I think people in a demolition derby should be called something else for some reason… good luck to all the smashers, crashers and semi-professional car wallopers.
I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention that both summer interns here at the Evening Sun wrapped up their work this week, and with no major injuries to report. Julia Simcoe and Luke Austin are both moving on to bigger and better things as they pursue their college dreams starting this fall. In the weeks they spent here, neither one tried sneaking out the window of the Evening Sun office, which I’m taking to mean they didn’t mind it here; maybe even liked it (gasp!). While I didn’t really have a chance to get to know Julia too well, she always had a pleasant demeanor in the office. That’s always a nice feature. I worked with Luke more often and only had to pull him out of one street fight… OK, he’s the one that pulled me out of the fight, but in my defense, that nine-year-old girl had a big mouth. I wish the best of luck to both in whatever it is they decide to do.
August is a great month. Sure, the fair is fun and I’m looking forward to Blues Fest next weekend, but that’s not what makes it so special. August is great because it’s the only month of the year when there are no major holidays, no special dates, no birthdays (aside from my own) and more importantly, no anniversaries that I need to remember (and be honest, I’m not the only one who’s come close to forgetting). August is just four and a half weeks of stress-free living, free of the guilt and shame that comes with forgetting to buy a gift or card or flowers (which really takes the pressure off. If I ever forget about my anniversary, you won’t be reading my blog; you would be reading an obituary).