It's fair time
Aug. 17th, 2010 12:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
botiasWe took the kids to the county fair this weekend. I had a fine time. I enjoyed the cowboy act (watched the horse bit twice), the bird show, the turkey stampede (the turkeys chase the RC car, not vice-versa). A got a picture of me with an absolutely huge chocolate milkshake in each hand. For the judge: I was holding them for someone else. *sniffs* The kids availed themselves of the battered but game carnival rides with great enthusiasm.
I bravely sat down for the free DTaP (Diptheria, Lockjaw and Whooping Cough) shots the health department was giving out. The fortune teller was there also, as every year, ostensibly the same one as when I was a child, but I've never gone inside the booth to find out, and the model railroad club was there and the army, and many, many farm animals, and the geologists. The geologists person the earthquake room, which is now the earthquake/tsunami room. The Indonesian quake gave new attention to the tsunami threat. Not long after that incident these charming signs appeared along our major transportation corridors:
I think the signs are cute. I'm not alone since they are always getting stolen. Though I was somewhat distressed to be reminded that we live at the tail end of the Cascadia Subduction Zone. That means really, really big earthquakes every 500 years or so. I am relieved to learn that my house would probably be alright, though perhaps a few feet to one side of where it had been before, and that it is out of reach of the thirty-foot tidal waves. Note to self: store water, join the Red Cross, buy a hand-cranked radio. The geologists are quite plain about the fact that coastal communities can expect to be isolated and depend on their own resources for some weeks after such an event.
I have house pr0n and garden pr0n to share, coming soon. Probably even before it is washed away!
I bravely sat down for the free DTaP (Diptheria, Lockjaw and Whooping Cough) shots the health department was giving out. The fortune teller was there also, as every year, ostensibly the same one as when I was a child, but I've never gone inside the booth to find out, and the model railroad club was there and the army, and many, many farm animals, and the geologists. The geologists person the earthquake room, which is now the earthquake/tsunami room. The Indonesian quake gave new attention to the tsunami threat. Not long after that incident these charming signs appeared along our major transportation corridors:
I think the signs are cute. I'm not alone since they are always getting stolen. Though I was somewhat distressed to be reminded that we live at the tail end of the Cascadia Subduction Zone. That means really, really big earthquakes every 500 years or so. I am relieved to learn that my house would probably be alright, though perhaps a few feet to one side of where it had been before, and that it is out of reach of the thirty-foot tidal waves. Note to self: store water, join the Red Cross, buy a hand-cranked radio. The geologists are quite plain about the fact that coastal communities can expect to be isolated and depend on their own resources for some weeks after such an event.
I have house pr0n and garden pr0n to share, coming soon. Probably even before it is washed away!
