Last month I went to the Alameda County Fair. Sherry and I went for a couple of reasons, not counting that neither of us had been in years and felt it was time to get local.
My reason: A camping friend, Helen, had her salt and pepper collection in the fair. First Prize! I “took“ vid of her display, pushed the stop button, and moseyed on. At home I realized I had one second of her display, with my hand in the way, and 20 minutes of the ground moving by. Sigh.
Sherry’s reason: To see sheep, well all the live stock, but mostly sheep. She has done some spinning in the past and has an affection for both the processes and sheep. They had been sheared so it was only moderately interesting to me. I like to see fluffy sheep.
However on the way to the sheep there was a display of reused metal lawn stuff. As much as I liked the huge metal flowers, it was the rocking peacocks that grabbed my attention. I spent quite awhile tipping them to see how long they would rock. When the proprietor finally came over she starting helping me rock them and told me all about them. I decided to think about it. They were not expensive, but not cheap and were lawn ornaments after all, not something I “needed”.
(Sales people: I either want something or not, and your getting in my space just makes me not want to buy it from you. I know you could not know I was seeing which one rocked the longest, so when you walked up and pushed them again you “ruined” my experiment.)
It seemed I wanted them. After viewing the rest of the fair we went back to the peacocks. I was having a time deciding between three of them. One each, large, medium, and small. The small was the best rocker, the medium had an awesome tail, the large had a strong personality.
So now I ready for the sales person. And I ask what kind of a deal I would get on all three. Not much apparently, so I went for two. Turns out I had to barrow funds from Sherry anyway as it was a cash or checks only operation.
I must say I have had not one single event of buyers remorse. Here they are!
I live in the where the breeze can catch my tail and make me sway.
I live on the top of the hill. Though I know I will need to moved when the sweet pea grows again. *:)
And here we are along with Goodle. (so named by niece A)