Sunday, October 3, 2010

Nanny & the L.A. Fair

I hate the Fair...with an unholy passion! But one thing I've learned in my relationship with Ray is , "it's not about me." In fact, all my rules AND regulations AND need to be right went out the door when I made a commitment with him. What is more important to me is the juvenile glee he exhibits when he's strolling in the heat at this godforsaken L.A. Fair. His daily life as a caregiver weighs his shoulders down, robs him of much-needed sleep, and etches deep crevices in his forehead so far be it for me to deny him this one pleasure. If he could shed his troubles and the evidence of his mom's deteriorating health for a couple of hours then who am I to stomp my foot, cross my arms, and say, "No, I don't wanna!"

Off we went and his lighthearted banter and carefree laughter was well worth the heat and stink and weird people. I handed him my monstrosity of a camera and gave him free reign to shoot to his heart's content. That's one of the things I love about him, he doesn't whine or squawk when I lug my camera wherever we go. (Only an elite few understand why my camera is always attached to my hip.)

We don't ride the rides and I am JUST fine with staring at them from below. Hey, blame it on my vertigo.
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I tamed my dinosaur at the Dinosaur exhibit! 
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Frog legs?! No, thank you! 
We went into a flower exhibit to escape the heat but quickly got bored. 
Ray always stops at the food and housewares exhibit. Yawn.
See that smile? That's what makes going to the fair worth it!