This is going to be a short email this month, because I had to go to the fair.
I'm writing this email Sunday evening, after getting home from a day at the San Diego County Fair. I am not actually a big fair goer, and would pretty happily skip the fair. But my younger daughter, who is eight, really wanted to go this year. We hadn't gone the previous two years due to our vacation schedule. None of the rest of us really missed it, but she did. So this year, I promised she could go. I thought my husband would take her last week. His sister was visiting from New Zealand with her kids and we thought they might enjoy the fair, which he said is bigger than the "ag shows" they had when he was growing up. But it turned out her older kid wasn't big on rides and so it wasn't a top priority for the visit and didn't happen.
This was not a promise I could go back on, though, so we delivered on it today. My eight year old had a blast. My eleven year old enjoyed showing us the tiny houses she'd thought were cool when she went to the fair with her class to exhibit some plants they grew. My husband enjoyed his chance to eat potato fritters, even if the vendor insists on calling the "Australian battered potatoes." And I enjoyed some Indian Fry Bread, which is my favorite of the fried dough options at the fair (although the fair version isn't quite as good as what you get if you visit the Navajo Nation, it is still delicious). It was a beautiful day and the view from the Ferris wheel was classic San Diego: ocean, cliffs, and lagoon. No complaints!
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