Full Day
Yesterday was exhausting, but it was a lot of fun. I went to the Renaissance Festival with my mother, brother, niece and sister-in-law, as well as my friend Kristen, her husband and her son Adam. Whew! Keeping track of that many people at the festival grounds was a real challenge. Tim unfortunately got a really bad headache in the morning and decided it would be best to stay home, rather than make himself more miserable in the sun all day. Probably a wise choice, but I had really been looking forward to going with him, so that was a bit of a bummer. Besides, he was the one that had been talking about the Renaissance Festival all along—I personally really wanted to attend the Ostrich Festival this particular weekend, but we had already gotten so many people lined up for the Ren Festival that I wasn’t going to change everyone’s plans at the last minute just because Tim wasn’t going.
At the festival, I found the usual assortment of freaks and geeks that attend these events wearing the most varied costumes (and a lot of tails—I’m not sure where those came from), along with a lot of families. The sights and sounds of these festivals are definitely entertaining. I also found some vendors that I remember from the Renaissance Faire I attended in upstate New York in the summer of 2000, including the people that sell Sky Chairs (I really wanted one in 2000 and I still really want one now) and a clothing company called Greentree Weaving, where I purchased a tank top last time and might have purchased another item of clothing this time around had they had anything a little smaller.
When it came time to get some lunch, I foolishly ordered a fish sandwich. Well, it turned out to be about a foot long, and far too big for the hot dog bun they gave me with it. It was delicious, but a little scary-looking. I almost bought a turkey leg to bring back to Tim, but then didn’t know how I would carry it back without making a big mess in my brother’s van, so I decided against it. We walked a lot, checked out some shows, visited the shops, and were generally amused by all that was going on. Finally around 3 pm, we started heading out. Silvina and Silvi were making their wax hands, so my mother and I went ahead to the van with Kristen and family so they could pull out Adam’s car seat (he had come with us since he was really excited about riding in the van), and then she and I almost passed out from exhaustion while we waited. It felt so good to be in the air-conditioned van—and sitting down!
Then when I came home, Silvi and I took Daisy for a walk. Just as we were rounding the corner to come home, we ran into a couple of dogs that were off their leashes. I recognized the Rhodesian ridgeback as belonging to my neighbor, and luckily he was wearing a collar. The other one, a small brown and white dog that I later learned was a Boston terrier, did not have a collar but I thought the two were together since they were running around with each other. I managed to get the ridgeback, Finley, to hold still long enough that I could dial the first number on his tag and unfortunately got voicemail, so I called the second number on the tag and got my neighbor. As it turns out, the pool guy had been through their house and hadn’t blocked the hole under the gate when he left, and so the dogs had gotten out of the hole that Finley had dug up. He said he was out in Mesa and that he had gotten a ride there and couldn’t get back so quickly. That irked me because here I was running after his dogs, trying to make sure they didn’t get run over. Well, I guess he eventually managed to get a ride or something because he said he was on his way. I managed to trap the ridgeback in my yard by leaving the gate open and waiting till he was in and closed it. Buckley, the little dog, was much harder to catch, however. My neighbor kept saying on the phone that he was really friendly and would come up to me, but didn’t seem to understand that his dog was being awfully skittish. A lady who lives across the street and also has Boston terriers joined up in the rescue effort, and she and I got in her car along with one of her own Boston terriers, and we followed Buckley up and down the surrounding streets. We tried getting out of the car to see if we could get him, we tried tossing food out at him—nothing worked. Eventually Buckley ended up running under the gate and going back to his own yard. When that happened, I blocked the hole and called my neighbor. At that point he was literally around the corner and came home and put both of the dogs inside his house. I really hope they will fix that hole for real instead of just blocking it with objects because while people mostly drive at a reasonable speed around this neighborhood, you just never know when someone is going to round a corner too fast. Let’s just hope that Finley and Buckley will be safe behind their fence!
At the festival, I found the usual assortment of freaks and geeks that attend these events wearing the most varied costumes (and a lot of tails—I’m not sure where those came from), along with a lot of families. The sights and sounds of these festivals are definitely entertaining. I also found some vendors that I remember from the Renaissance Faire I attended in upstate New York in the summer of 2000, including the people that sell Sky Chairs (I really wanted one in 2000 and I still really want one now) and a clothing company called Greentree Weaving, where I purchased a tank top last time and might have purchased another item of clothing this time around had they had anything a little smaller.
When it came time to get some lunch, I foolishly ordered a fish sandwich. Well, it turned out to be about a foot long, and far too big for the hot dog bun they gave me with it. It was delicious, but a little scary-looking. I almost bought a turkey leg to bring back to Tim, but then didn’t know how I would carry it back without making a big mess in my brother’s van, so I decided against it. We walked a lot, checked out some shows, visited the shops, and were generally amused by all that was going on. Finally around 3 pm, we started heading out. Silvina and Silvi were making their wax hands, so my mother and I went ahead to the van with Kristen and family so they could pull out Adam’s car seat (he had come with us since he was really excited about riding in the van), and then she and I almost passed out from exhaustion while we waited. It felt so good to be in the air-conditioned van—and sitting down!
Then when I came home, Silvi and I took Daisy for a walk. Just as we were rounding the corner to come home, we ran into a couple of dogs that were off their leashes. I recognized the Rhodesian ridgeback as belonging to my neighbor, and luckily he was wearing a collar. The other one, a small brown and white dog that I later learned was a Boston terrier, did not have a collar but I thought the two were together since they were running around with each other. I managed to get the ridgeback, Finley, to hold still long enough that I could dial the first number on his tag and unfortunately got voicemail, so I called the second number on the tag and got my neighbor. As it turns out, the pool guy had been through their house and hadn’t blocked the hole under the gate when he left, and so the dogs had gotten out of the hole that Finley had dug up. He said he was out in Mesa and that he had gotten a ride there and couldn’t get back so quickly. That irked me because here I was running after his dogs, trying to make sure they didn’t get run over. Well, I guess he eventually managed to get a ride or something because he said he was on his way. I managed to trap the ridgeback in my yard by leaving the gate open and waiting till he was in and closed it. Buckley, the little dog, was much harder to catch, however. My neighbor kept saying on the phone that he was really friendly and would come up to me, but didn’t seem to understand that his dog was being awfully skittish. A lady who lives across the street and also has Boston terriers joined up in the rescue effort, and she and I got in her car along with one of her own Boston terriers, and we followed Buckley up and down the surrounding streets. We tried getting out of the car to see if we could get him, we tried tossing food out at him—nothing worked. Eventually Buckley ended up running under the gate and going back to his own yard. When that happened, I blocked the hole and called my neighbor. At that point he was literally around the corner and came home and put both of the dogs inside his house. I really hope they will fix that hole for real instead of just blocking it with objects because while people mostly drive at a reasonable speed around this neighborhood, you just never know when someone is going to round a corner too fast. Let’s just hope that Finley and Buckley will be safe behind their fence!
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