Yesterday I went to the fairgrounds and submitted two of the four items I'd planned to enter for judging. Time just got away from me for the other two items.
It did seem that there were fewer entries at the Roundhouse than in years past. I left the place around 5 p.m. and there were only a few more hours to drop off items. I think the new pre-entry system probably scared off many entrants. We'll see when we get to the fair this weekend if the Roundhouse filled up with items.
This afternoon my mom gets her skin cancer biopsied.
I stopped by the Turners Falls Salvation Army yesterday and bought four sweaters. Three of them I'll convert into garments for LW, and I'm wearing the fourth right now. I washed everything as soon as I got home. I also bought a cute book bag for LW, and a colorful beach bag for carrying groceries. Mister Woodchuck went to Salvation Army in the afternoon and got himself two sweaters and two sweatshirts, which he was sorely in need of. He wears out clothes faster than anyone I know.
By the time I went to sleep last night, I was sniffling and coughing and slightly feverish. First cold of the season. Oh joy. MW is heading out in a few minutes to pick up some cold medicine for me. I am in dire need.
Tomorrow is the 8th anniversary of the attack on the World Trade Center in NYC. We'll keep off the radio and teevee, and keep the house quiet in remembrance of MW's cousin, a NYC firefighter who died there that day.
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