We thought a little local flavor would be fun, so we trucked on over to the opening night of the Blue Hill Fair.
The first thing we saw as we walked through the gate were these motor scooters.
Ah, a flash from the past!!! When I was 17 years old, I had an old Vespa motor scooter, and my father painted it hot pink for me.
These are Vespas too, aren't they awesome???
Do you think DH would kill me???
I remember how much fun it was to speed around on. Back in the day before helmets.....how crazy was that???
I tried to get the kids to go with me on this ride, but not one of them would.
We were just in time for the pig races.
This little guy looks ready.
Let the race begin.
This was just about all the excitement we wanted anyway.
Ava is ready, too, in her Hello Kitty hat.
The piglets are raring to go.
You weren't expecting anything deep here were you???
This little guy was cheering them on, his joy was infectious.
And they're off!!!!!!!!
I know that there are a lot of blogs out there, that have a lot of interesting conversations, with meaningful rhetoric.
And sometimes, you will hear me rambling on about the meaning of life.
But most of the time, to be truthful, I just don't have time for it.
Life is too short. I have so much I want to do, that I don't want to spend too much time trying to figure out why life is what it is.
Does anyone know, anyway?
Sometimes, life is just like a tilt a whirl.
Sometimes, I feel like a pumpkin.
Then other times, I feel like life is a ferris wheel, with sparkly lights.
Then sometimes, don't you feel like someone is shooting at you???
Maybe high fiving your dog is what life's all about.
I will tell you this, I really WANT this pink Vespa.
It moves me.......deeply.
I know that this has been a tough week, in so many ways.
I'm pretty tired.
I am grateful to have this awesome vacation to look back on. It gives me hope that there are more good times ahead.
This too shall pass, right?
OK, maybe I AM too old for a hot pink Vespa, but I know that this blue and white one would be PERFECT.
Much classier. For a woman my age.
Age is a matter of thought.
And I don't want to think about it.