For the first time in nine years, I was able to go to the Minnesota State Fair. Today was opening day. We headed toward a Park and Ride at the Mall of America transit station.
The Fair was packed, to no ones surprise. Tomorrow it’s supposed to rain by today was 80, sunny, and breezy.
I had Australian potatoes and we bought popcorn and roasted chestnuts. We also took a sky ride! Some amazing views.
Stopped by to visit my maternal grandparents. Haven’t gone by Fort Snelling, where they’re buried, in almost eight years.
Easier to find them than I expected, considering there’s so many people there. It reminds me of the catacombs in Paris, only the people are just out of sight. It’s hard to think of the physical bodies right beneath my feet, because that’s not how I want to remember them.
There was a man visiting someone. He was all alone. He had a wheelchair, though I saw him stand briefly in front of one of the stones. It was terrible, and sad, and somehow still beautiful. It enforces how intense, and short, life is.
My mother sent me this card a few weeks ago, but I finally pined it up at work. A display of love from a variety of people. A lot of pink as well!
The message feels so real. It expresses not just how my mom sees me, but also how I see myself. It’s a card I’ll be happy to look at everyday.
My mom sent me a box crammed to the top with candy and chocolate. One bag inside happened to be candy hearts.
This is so dumb I couldn’t help but laugh.
My mother is in town. This is the most fun I’ve had with her in years.
We walked through the Public Garden and took pictures in front of the flowers. We sat near a statue in the Common. She bought a t-shirt from a vendor for my sister. It was cheap, but still pretty.
The weather is perfect and I wish every day could be like this one.