Easter this year didn't see us making the usual two-day, overnight-stay trip to ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bunnyhugger's parents. This was mostly an oversight; bunnyhugger signed up to work at the bookstore for what she didn't realize was the day before Easter. The day was busy anyway; it started with her doing the Bunny Hop 5K run (or, walk) at the city zoo and, to great consternation, she somehow lost her headphones there. She's been dealing with wired headphones while managing the twin facts that her old headphones were the best model of their kind ever manufactured and the company discontinued them last year and nothing remotely like it is made anymore.
Still, this did save us --- and our pet rabbit --- the bother of packing up our pet rabbit to be moved down there for a night's stay. Instead come Easter Sunday we got our chocolates and egg-dyeing kits together and visited and ate twelve bags of potato chips and nachos. And some non-eating-related things too, such as dying the three dozen eggs we had between us. I, left in charge of the egg-buying, got what turned out to be small ostrich eggs, things large enough they'd overwhelm the wireframe holders used to dip an egg partway into dye. More importantly, they were way too big for the plastic shrink-wrap patterns that shrink to fit the eggs; we had to save those for next year.
Also, taking a stroll around town, I discovered at the park near bunnyhugger's parents' house a small retaining wall and what looks like some sort of picnic area with a curious ring of stones inside a larger ring of stones. Neither of them had any idea what this thing was, which makes me feel better about having not noticed this part of the park before.
After dinner bunnyhugger thought it'd be nice to play a three-player game of Parks with me and her mother. (Her father doesn't like the game, possibly because there are no dice in it.) She figured, reasonably, that this would be a nice way to pass an hour or so before we needed to go back home. What she didn't count on is that three players is much more complex than the two-player games she and her mother enjoyed. Also that she was playing with someone who would over-strategize every single freaking little thing, coming in the last turns of the last rounds to acquire credit for something like forty parks and winning after she had been ahead the whole game. Look, it happens.
So we set out for home later than would probably have been wise, but it was a fine day altogether. Later we would realize we hadn't seen It's The Easter Beagle, Charlie Brown. Maybe for Orthodox Easter.
Now let's return to looking around the Calhoun County Fair from last year. Nice place.
Wall of midway game prize Care Bears. I could name ... uh ... two of them? Maybe? I didn't know the one with lollipops was a real character and not a fan-made thing.
The art here is going for friendly hangout rhino but they hit ``stoned''.
Getting to more dramatic views of the Ferris wheel here.
Silver Streak here up to full speed but only gathering a short line yet.
The bungee, the drop tower, and the fun slide make for a nice layering of stuff in here.
I believe I've caught this Gravitron in the act of spinning but admit I can't quite prove it from the light trails.
Trivia: In 1851 some 76,000 men and women in Britain described themselves as schoolmasters/schoolmistresses or general teachers; there were another 20,000 or so governesses. Source: The Age of Revolution, 1789 - 1848, Eric J Hobsbawm.
Currently Reading: Deck Us All With Boston Charlie, Walt Kelly.
