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Retro-retrospection - 2008-10-06
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8:03 a.m. - 2008-07-23
I don't feel like going to the county fair. This is bothering me. More than a little. I'm too upset to dig through my archives right now, but if I did I could link to at least one entry per summer about the county fair. Entries so goofed and happy over the fair you could smell the joy. At the very least you could smell the cow poop and metallic greasy odor of rides and popcorn and miasma of Axe body gunk on the packs of teenage manly men on the prowl for girls. Good years, bad years, dead broke and miserable years, the fair was a Big Deal and I was giddy for it. This year? Meh. Whatever. I don't know what's wrong. Actually I do have an inkling as to what might be going on. There's two possible reasons and both are making me afraid and upset. As there is no cure for being old except death and no fixing Mick that would make him enthused and easy-going about doing anything outside his narrow (claustrophobic) comfort zone, I am going to play ostrich and pretend there's more to the future than me getting older and Mick getting narrower and narrower until a trip to the living room is about the only place we can go without bullshit, whining and angst, and just chalk up missing the fair this year to a bad case of menopausal blahs. I'm a writer, pretending is what we do best.
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