I stayed home sick yesterday. Between my back and the diverticulosis, I was a hot mess and ended up on the couch all day. Anyone who knows me knows that I absolutely LOATHE being so ill that I can’t do anything but lay like a slug. I slept most of the day, and around 10PM woke up on the couch. I had the TV on and the local news was live broadcasting the tragedy at the fair.
Once I figured out what had happened, my heart was heavy. This morning I watched a video of a girl who was on the ride when it happened and she was in shock. Someone should have gotten her medical care rather than get an interview. She was in bad shape from the things she saw when the ride fell apart. I can’t even imagine, but the world is now the desire for the most salacious stories to get ratings.
The Ohio State Fair holds such special memories for me. My stepfather used to get us jobs there as teens, and during fair time, we were there nearly daily. He knew people. LOL I don’t know who they were or whether they were just carnies he had befriended, but he played all the games and won us stuffed animals. The fair was really his favorite time of the year, and he went everyday that it was open. It just reminds me of how simple things used to be. Sometimes I miss that simplicity.