Quickone

I am tired, but want to post for the last couple days because I've been at mom's.
Had a nice time bonding with her and the kitties, who were especially fuzzy just for me, as always. Both seemed to want to spend a lot of time in my lap. Let's see, I picked up my clothes from the tailor, helped mom at school (she's getting set up for summer school), hung out generally, did a little work, helped cook, ran errands. There was a huge gong at the hardware store, it was really quite random.

In amusing news, dad has decided the deer have had enough leisure time in our garden, and it's time to 'go rambo on their ass'; my words not his. So he's taking down the gun... the paintball gun. I went and got 200 hot-pink paintballs from Mall-Wart today and we did a little stump target practice. We can hit them if they get close enough... and stand still. Which is actually relatively plausible, since they seem to be more and more brazen. My concern was that the paint would make them easy targets for hunters, which seem to be their only natural predators around these parts, but dad thinks it will wear off/be shed off by the fall hunting season, and I tend to agree. If we do get them though, it's gonna look like there is a herd of wounded deer traipsing around the woods (or at least deer with bad indigestion and a lack of hands to properly pour their pepto-bismol).
We went to the Buchanan fair tonight and really enjoyed seeing all the old rickety rides that were probably actually antiques... primitive tilt-o-whirl, an art-deco scrambler, etc. ... although I could literally count the number of non-white people I saw on one hand. Everyone seemed friendly enough though, and there was a general kind of relaxation around that indicated everyone was content.
It was a nice way to spend an evening. Even if those delicious french fries did make me grateful for my opposable thumbs and knowledge of antacids. I did manage to spray myself with ketchup though, thankfully mostly in wipe-offable areas.
OK, that wasn't so short. but It's time for bed. Oh, one last thing, the blackberies are in, enough to make sauce, and the wineberries are at the "first one on the vine tip is ripe' stage, enough to taste as you pick. So good times.
And good night all!