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A somewhat overcast morning, much cooler than yesterday, 59 degrees, but it's supposed to be a nice day, in the 70's, so the heat seems to be gone for the near future, with a high in the 60's on Sunday. Another day of carting gravel, pulling weeds, working outside, perhaps another cutting of the lawn, as it may rain tomorrow, with maybe a boat ride thrown in for good measure, a day to look forward to.
Last night, as I mentioned, we headed off to the Rib Fest on the spur of the moment. It's in the town of Celeron, on the lake, just beyond Lakewood/Wegmans. I was surprised how many people were there for a Thursday night, and it was much more than a rib fest, more like a carnival without the rides. There were various food booths, probably four or five specializing in ribs, then others selling more traditional food like pizza or lemonade, things like that. No rides but many booths with tee shirts, crazy hats, cutlery, army surplus, engraved stones, all of it pretty tawdry, what I might call trashy kitsch. I cannot image anyone buying this detritus but they must. We bought our ribs at Bulldogs, a local place, and we got a full rack with two sides for 24 bucks, not cheap. It was, however, the best ribs we have had in awhile, meaty, great sauce, and filling, worth the money. We talked with the people who own it, and he's a Jamestown policeman, whose passion is cooking ribs, which he does on weekends, or for special events or catering. He also will be across from Tim Horton's in Lakewood this summer, on Fridays and Saturdays. Yum. We walked around for about a half hour and I have to say, for the most part, I felt I was in Appalachia or on the set of the movie WINTERBONE. The people, men, women, or kids, dressed really poorly, beat up tee shirts, jeans with holes, nothing seemed to fit, and faces that looked old beyond their years, a result of a hard life perhaps, lack of nutrition, I am not sure but they certainly fit a type, the kind you find in Jamestown, in the poorer sections of town. I know I am not being politically correct by stereotyping the Jamestown underclass, but they are real, sad and depressing, even though I am generalizing by appearance, not looking beyond the clothes and face.
The park itself, dedicated to Lucille Ball, who was born and raised in Celeron, was fairly attractive, once you got away from the mash of booths, food stalls, and noise, as it was set on the lake, with a wooded, shady area, with picnic tables and a great view of the lake, a nice quiet place for a family to picnic if there were no Rib Fest.
Filled the driveway and parking space up with four loads of gravel, so hopefully, we will have a dry place to park. It was a nice day to work outside and as I thought, Evie cut the lawn again. Unfortunately, the wheel fell of, from over use probably, ha ha, so I took it into Honda to replace a broken part. I also went over to the Mc Clure's and played with their cats for about 30 minutes, as they were worried they would not get enough affection, so I said I would go over. Both of them were starved for affection, so I got them purring before I left. We ended up having fish for dinner, with coleslaw, and watched a slow movie called Junebug, with Amy Adams. We had hoped for something better, since she was up for an academy award for it, but to no avail. Slow, boring, and it did not get much better though she was great.
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