Literally, there is no fair in Texas this year. Not the Tri-State Fair, not the State Fair, nada. They are having the livestock shows up here, for the 4-H and other kids, but that’s it. No rodeo, no midway, no concerts, no deep-fried-thing-on-a-stick. No inspecting home-canned goods, or Produce of Unusual Size, or quilts. No chocolate-covered-strawberries-on-a-stick (oh, those were gooooood.)
I am having uncharitable thoughts. No German-style nuts. No bacon-wrapped-whatever with funnel-cake as a chaser. No hitting the Tupperware™ clearance booth. No watching kids getting run over by their show pigs, no team roping or tractor pulls. Grrrrrr.
The argument was that it would be too hard to ensure social distancing. I sense the fine hand of lawyers, arguing that whoever sponsors the fairs would be liable for the hospital bills et cetera of people who got sick, if they got sick within 14 days of visiting the fair. The various public health departments also weighed in, I’m sure.
I’ve been trying to avoid current events on the blog, so I won’t launch into the on-going argument about cases of X versus hospitalizations for X. I’ll just say that I’m peeved at missing the fair, among other events. This entire year has been one off-kilter headache as far as my non-writing life is concerned.
No, I still have not figured out why the other computer wants two adapters in order to talk to the back-up drive. It just started that trick after the latest . . . OS . . . update.
[Glowers towards Cuppertino]