Friday, May 20, 2016

Parking Lot Carnival

Sometimes, on Wednesday, you should tell your kids as you're cleaning up after dinner, "help me get the dishes put away so that we can go to the carnival."

And you should spend far too much money a garish rides set up in the commuter parking lot with proceeds going towards the volunteer fire department.

And you should try not to complain about the cost of things. It's okay that tickets are more than a dollar a piece and it takes four of them to ride almost everything. You should try to fight back your curmudgeonly, cheap ways. And your husband, he should try too. But also, next time, just buy the damn wristband. Do the math. It's three more dollars for them to ride all night.

Spend the night looking around at faces you have known your whole life but gone without talking to. Observe how old they've gotten, and realize you're getting older too. Your face tells a story.

Watch your kids wander in wide eyed excitement.

And then get the Nutella funnel cake. But stop eating it when it stops tasting good. You'll be happy you did.






5 comments:

  1. I miss a good (or a bad) parking lot carnival. They don't seem to be a thing up here in Maine. And thanks for the shout out in your London garden post - although I was like, who's Katie? I thought *I* said that thing about growing old and flowers, not this Katie person. Speaking of old! ;)

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    1. It doesn't make it easier that i'm going my your college handle, instead of your pen name:)

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  2. you are absolutely right - I must take your advice :) Esp. love the photo of Alamae eating something (probably that funnel cake)

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