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07-19-2016 Journal – An Amusing Park!   Leave a comment

In my last post I took you on a tour of Old Orchard Beach, Maine. You got to see the beaches full of people, a friendly bar to hangout in, and a cute bikini clad girl buried in sand.  I hope you didn’t think that covered our entire visit because there was much more to it.  Today I’ll take you along on our continuing tour that includes my better-half’s favorite spot.  Welcome to the Amusement Park.

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Doesn’t look like much from the outside but . . .

The Arcade while not my favorite place is always interesting.  Tourists from just about anywhere flock to this place to throw their money away or to just drop off their kids for a few hours.  Where else can you win tickets for doing just about anything and at the end of your day you’d  have spent forty bucks to win enough tickets to buy a pack of gum.  My better-half is for some reason a Skee Ball addict. She insists on throwing her money away, winning a fistful of tickets, that she ends up giving to some kid who happens to be standing around picking his nose. It’s always puzzled me and I fear it will continue to do so.

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Who can resist all of this fine looking merchandise?

Never let it be said that I’m immune to the attractions of this park.  I was once again drawn to a booth where I was permitted to spend five bucks to throw two tiny bean bags at some under inflated balloons. Being a former Little League baseball player I was stunned when I actually broke two of those stupid balloons and won my honey this glorious and somewhat ridiculous prize.

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Who doesn’t love a cuddly little frog?

Once again I became a willing victim of all the hype that’s constantly spewed by this park. It seems to happen every time I visit here and stranger still, I don’t mind at all.

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I’m so excited by all the hubbub in an amusement park I actually feel kind of bad that I’m not permitted to ride these stupid rides.  As a young kid I was too short to ride them and now all these years later I’m too tall and plump to fit in them. There’s just no justice in this world.

FORTUNATELY . . . IT’S ALL GOOD FUN!

OUR SUMMER CONTINUES!

10-03-2014 Journal Entry-Fryeburg Fair #3   Leave a comment

This third installment of Fair day will be my last lame attempt to take you there.  I  wish I had some sort of smell-a-vision to really help tell the whole story but since I don’t,  I’ll do the best I can with pictures.

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We’ve visited the animal barns in the last installment but there was so much more to see than just that.  I was extremely interested in the foods being offered since I’ve spent the last year on a rather strict eating regime.  This was a day for me to misbehave a little and the choices were numerous.  Here’s a brief collection of those possibilities.

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Here are two of my sins for the day . . . .

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“Deep fried veggies.’

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‘Funnel Cake’

I was also dragged kicking and screaming by my better-half to an endless number of exhibits of things that held no interest for me.  Just being a cooperative partner can be trying at times.  There was no end of the shopping possibilities and she wasn’t about to miss any.  Thank God we only have one grandson to buy for.  If I hear or see anything with Mickey Mouse on it any time soon I may run screaming into the night.

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“This was the only place that convinced me to spend my money.’

Now here’s a montage of photo’s of a host of other things that piqued my interest as we roamed around.

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This one last photo will further explain just how I felt after ten hours of walking, sweating, and rubbing elbows with those huge crowds of other hot, sweaty and smelly human beings.  I was totally exhausted and was just about done with Fair Day for this year.

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‘Suicide by hippo.’

But there’s always next year to do it all over again . . . . . .

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08-22-2014 Journal Entry–Fair Season Begins!   Leave a comment

This weekend began the process of harvesting and the start of Fair Season here in Maine.  My better-half, her daughter and grandson decided to attend a small fair held in the town of nearby Acton, Maine.  Compared to some of the larger fairs it left a lot to be desired but that being said it has four things everyone loves here in Maine. There was livestock (and plenty of it), there was kids rides, dozens of food booths, and of course a country and western singer. Throw in a fat guy and tree and you got Christmas.

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I totally ignored my year long weight loss program to pig out a little on funnel cakes  and french fries and it was wonderful.  I’ve been looking for a good excuse or even a bad excuse to eat something bad for me because it’s been a long, long year.  I was even followed around for a bit by this yoyo who insisted I take his picture, so I did.  Munch this, bozo.

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There was a large variety of livestock for such a small fair and if you like cows you’d have been in heaven.

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The country singer was just barely acceptable and that’s an opinion from a person who dislikes all Country and Western music.  Even my better-half, the person who hums C&W music in her sleep, wasn’t impressed. There were a few interesting animals besides just cows like alpacas and goats but I couldn’t for the life of me find a horse anywhere to photograph.  I learned that today was only the first day of the fair and the horses weren’t scheduled to make an appearance until the weekend.  Too bad for me cause I’m not coming back.

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As I walked around I came upon this sheep being sheared.  I felt sorry for the poor thing because it looked very unhappy with it’s entire situation.

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It was a gray and cloudy day with a nip in the air to remind us all that Fall is arriving a little early this year.  We had a great time nonetheless and when the grandson got tired of being pushed around in the stroller it was time to go. This final picture I snapped as we drove away. This was a member of the traffic control team who was parking cars.  No uniformed police here in Acton, he was on lunch.

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10-01-2013   Leave a comment

I’ve been mentioning the Fryeburg Fair for a month now and today was the day.  We were up at dawn and enroute to pickup the better-half’s daughter and one year old grandson.  I’d  pounded down two quick cups of coffee to get my heart started and to keep me alert during the fifty minute drive to Fryeburg, Maine.  It was early, I hadn’t slept all that well, and I knew it was going to be a very long day.

I was looking forward to taking the grandson to his first Fair but everything else was up for grabs.  As we entered the town of Fryeburg traffic was exactly as expected, grid lock.  We moved very slowly through town to the area where the fairgrounds are located and parked in the front yard of a local resident for $5.00 bucks.  Every house on the street approaching the fairgrounds has a sign up and a person waving a flag trying to entice idiots like us to park with them.  Depending on the size of their yard they can turn a nice profit during Fair week.  We unloaded the two hundred pounds of baby stuff, threw the little guy into his high-tech stroller and began walking the short distance to the main entrance of the fairgrounds.

When I say there were thousands of people swarming the area I’m not kidding.  I have a minor phobia about large crowds and close quarters and I knew today was going to test me in a big way. 

The better-half has a few things during every Fair visit that have become a tradition for her such as immediately buying a stack of postcards, a giant plastic coffee mug, and chowing down on a box of french fries.  It took just a few minutes for those three items to be scratched from her to-do list and the rest of us were finally permitted to find a freaking rest room.

The crowds continued to grow, the sun came out, and it turned into a beautiful yet sweltering day.  During the drive to the Fair the temperature was in the low fifties but within an hour of our arrival it started climbing into the mid seventies.  An absolute scorcher as it turned out.

We visited exhibits, nibbled at various food items and delivered the grandson to the petting zoo for an introduction to a few of Mother Natures favorite animals.  He was curious for a moment as he and his mother were mobbed by a herd of small goats looking for the food they were carrying. His interests in the goats waned a bit but then he discovered the straw covering the floor.  It held his interest almost as long as the goats.  Maybe next year he’ll be more interested in the animals. 

We sat for a time in the shade of a tree and listened to a local performer singing a selection of songs and making nice with the crowd.  We were able to catch our breath, cool off a little, and change our damp little boy.  He had some fun clapping with the music and trying to dance and smiling and giggling at everyone.  It was pretty cool.

It was as expected a very long day.  We visited more animals, barns, horses, oxen, cattle, chickens, and llamas than I ever want to see again.  We ate more food, drank more water and made many more trips to the restrooms.  That for me is the biggest racket of all at this Fair.  They have an assigned attendant in each restroom who I was expected to tip after relieving myself.  Of course I left no tip because I refuse to pay someone to stand there and direct me to a urinal and then watch me take a leak.  Something is just wrong and a little creepy about that and I refused to participate.  I’d love to see just how those folks would list that job on their resume.  I won’t even try to guess.

It was finally four o’clock and we’d been roaming around for almost eight hours.  My back hurt, my feet hurt, I was hot and sweaty, and the baby was getting a little cranky.  The better-half and her daughter were exhausted as well and I couldn’t wait to get the hell out of there.  So we did.

The soft seats of that car were the best part of the day.  The baby instantly fell asleep and we made our way home.  I was happy to be involved with his first official Fair visit and we were able to document it with hundreds of photographs.  Next year he’ll be walking, talking, and be a little more aware of what’s going on around him.  I’m already looking forward to that.

I’d really like to write more but I’m heading for the shower and then our nice soft bed. I am pooped.  

07-27-2013   Leave a comment

It’s time for a regular journal entry to help me to catch up on things as the summer moves along.  The heat wave has finally broken and we’re having a few intermittent  rain showers on some really beautiful and sunny days. For the past few days we’ve had family visitors from Rhode Island who needed a little Maine getaway to clear their heads and breath some clean fresh air.

The guests arrived late yesterday evening after a bout with car problems.  It’s funny (or not) how and when batteries decide to die.  It’s never in your driveway but always on the road, miles from anywhere, and raining.  We  were up chatting and catching up until 2am and and slept in the next morning since it was lightly raining.  It gave us a chance to shop for a new battery and install it before the rain ended.  That evening we decided a visit to the Old Orchard Beach amusement park was in order and we had a great time. 

The rain stopped and the tourists and visitors were out in large numbers enjoying the cool evening air.  We hit the arcades for a few games and after blowing ten bucks throwing bean bags at balloons I won an ugly green stuffed animal.  My better-half was thrilled and I’ll probably be seeing that stupid thing for the rest of my life.  She bonded with it immediately and gave it a cutsy name before we even returned home.  Our group rode a few rides , took lots of photo’s, and had a really fun evening.

We were in bed at a reasonable hour in anticipation of an early start in the morning.  We visited a local church fair the next day.  It’s one we attend annually and really enjoy.  My better-half loves the flea market and I’m there for the excellent french fries and hot sausage sandwiches.  They have a huge tent filled with books at dirt cheap prices and I’m usually able to buy enough books to get me through the winter. 

Our visitors left after a few hours to return home to Rhode Island.  The better-half and I stayed a while longer after running into a few old friends.  She loves the raffles and spent the last hour sitting at a table and filling out raffle tickets.  The worst thing to happen last year was that she won one of the small raffles.  Now she’s hooked and thinks she’s going o win every year.  It’s all for a good cause though but I just wish she’d win something I could use. 

All in all a good couple of days as we start our march towards the Fall season.  I love the fact that there’s sure to be a small community fair almost every weekend from now until late October.  Lots of fairs and lots of fun.