This month began here with three days that were 10-15 degrees cooler than August. The humidity was down, there was a healthy breeze, it was sunny and just downright pleasant. The only thing questionable was that the breeze has been consistently from the east, usually a sign of bad weather on its way. I’ve learned, though, that doesn’t necessarily hold true when tropical storms and hurricanes have things all stirred up. And so, though we need some rain, we haven’t gotten a drop in my neighborhood. Today, the breeze was mostly gone and the humidity was up. It was a nice enough day, just not as pleasant as the last three. The coming week is supposed to be August revisited, though.
The county across the river, in enemy territory, is having their fair this weekend. We used to go every year but, like most small fairs, the price keeps going up and the fair keeps shrinking. They didn’t even book a musical performer this year. I think it was $6 a person the last time we went, and we didn’t feel that we got our money’s worth then. This year, it’s $9. That’s probably small change to most of you, but it’s really more than we can afford on our budget, especially when you add gasoline, parking and eats. It USED to be free, years ago, and they had big-name entertainers that performed there. “Time changes things,” my great aunt used to tell me.
I think that a lot of the problem is that farmers make up such a small percentage of the population anymore that the fairs just don’t draw the crowds that they once did. Of course they charge businesses for their booth space, too, so merchants aren’t showing up like they used to either, since the prices they have to pay keep going up just like ticket prices. The entry price includes at least some, and maybe all, of the carnival rides, so I guess it’s a good deal for those who ride them. Still, it means that folks like my wife and I are subsidizing the folks who DO ride. Then again, if you have kids, and can afford it, I suppose it’s a good enough deal. Kids under five get in free, but they can’t ride most of the rides. Naturally, poor families are pretty-much priced out of attending.
Incidentally, in case anyone thinks I’m just picking on that particular fair, I’m not. We used to enjoy going to the Wood County and 4-H Fair nearby, but it moved across the road and changed its name to “The West Virginia Interstate Fair and Exposition.” It’s still just a small town fair and isn’t nearly as nice as when they held it at the 4-H grounds back across the road, plus it now costs more. I joke about it being “the $5 fair with the $50 name.” It probably costs more than $5 now, though.
Now that I’ve got all that out of my system, I will return to the original subject—September. The pooch and I enjoyed several good porch sits in the first three days of the month. She lay at my feet, her ears perking at any unusual sound and her little nose constantly vibrating with use. There’s been a tailless off-white cat hanging around lately and I’m sure she was scenting it a lot of the time. I think it belongs to the neighbor.