I've been working a lot lately. First the barn, then the chicken coop, and more recently a lot of work with the brush cutter, weed whacker, and loppers so that the forest doesn't encroach too much.
But today I went to the circus. What can I say? I like circuses. Especially this one - the Royal Hanneford Circus. It's been owned by the same family for 8 generations (with some of the 4-6 year old performers being the 9th generation). Just an old-fashioned circus that makes me use words like "innocent" and "wholesome". Just seeing the Big Top set up in the field made me feel like a little kid.
They had tumblers and trapeze artists and motorcycles-in-a-cage and trained dogs and goats and ponies and horses and cows (the last was a new one for me). Circus stuff.
I looked back at my blog post last year at this time when I went to this circus. At the time I was waffling. I sort of wanted to go, but it seemed like a lot of effort to get dressed and do the drive just to sit by myself. Finally, I called a friend who said it sounded like fun and that he would meet me there. But he ended up falling asleep on the couch and was a no-show (last year being my year of people standing me up). So I was a little uneasy and self conscious - looking around, I was pretty sure that a) I was the oldest person in the audience and b) I was the only person who was alone. But, setting my ego aside, I was likely the only person there who noticed these things.
This year was different. The circus came to town, and I went, because I like circuses, and - to use one of my mother's favorite phrases - I didn't give a rat's ass about being older and alone. I went to enjoy it, and I did (and ate a huge bag of ridiculously expensive popcorn).
On the way home I pulled into a gas station that now also has a new Mexican bakery. Fresh sweet rolls were just coming out of the oven - I had one with a mug of milk when I came home. The other will be for breakfast tomorrow.
Bread and Circuses - give the people what they want.
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