Every year, at the end of July and all through August, I suffer from what Chad has named “summer sad.” It’s like a reverse seasonal affective disorder: instead of getting depressed in the winter, I get sad, anxious, lethargic, and crabby every summer. It’s unaccountable–there is absolutely NO REASON for me to feel like this every year, but I do. I long for autumn with a fierceness and desperation starting in mid-July, I think back to cozy fires and blizzards, driving home from work in darkness, being COLD. I wish I could be happy no matter what the season is, and I fight this. I fight this HARD. Some days, though, there is no beating it. Today, Chad took me to the fair and fed me fair food. And it helped. It did. It really did. I won’t mention that I brought up the Yankee Peddler (which is in September), because that makes it look like I couldn’t enjoy a summer thing without thinking about a fall thing. I’m going to shut up now. Look at some pictures, why dontcha?
Oh the total goatiness of the goats! The fried crunchiness of the potatoes(or was that funnelcakes? Same thing!) Fair food is sublimely beautiful and desperately evil all at the same time. I WANT some!!!!
As for Summer sad- yeah- I got it.
the potatoes!!!!!!!!!!!!! the only thing i miss about living at the fair
How I wish our fairs around here were as yummy … uh, I mean as interesting … as Ohio fairs! I’m trying to talk Fred into visiting Ohio for the Wayne County fair this year! Mostly for the fair fries, Lerch’s donuts, sausage sandwiches and who knows what else we’ll find! We may have to go a few days in a row to hit all the good spots! We should probably take a look at the animal barns while we’re there, too, and not just the food trailers.