Rebecca came by today and offered to drive me to Art Street in Green Bay. Though my sciatica was bothering me, I decided to go for the outing.
We had to park on the 6th level of the parking garage. The elevator was busy with all the people going up and down, I decided to walk down, and then we walked around Art Street. I hadn’t been there in years. It was so much fun.
As we prepared to head home, Rebecca decided to get cheese from a vendor at the farmer’s market (two events makes a HUGE crowd). She said to stand in line for the elevator and she would catch up after getting the cheese.
Well, I stood in line and stood in line. Eventually, I started the climb up, as did a group of other ladies waiting for the elevator.
I took my time, one step at a time. Since I was slow, I stood aside when others needed to me.
Rebecca caught up to me when I reached the third floor–halfway home.
Eventually, I paused and took a photo out a window.
This is from the parking garage fifth-floor landing. It’s of the Farmer’s Market, but looks very much like Art Street from this height.
I made it to the car without a problem, but I think I’ve had enough exercise for today. Time to sit and catch up on some reading.
Aryana had a ball at the Oneida Farmer’s Market. She only returned to us for food or to show off.
A gentleman at the event was making balloon sculptures for the children. Aryana came back with a yellow dog….I sent her back with a donation for his efforts.
Once wasn’t enough for our granddaughter. She returned with a long sausage dog–it sat on her chair until it burst on its own power and scared me to death.
Aryana eventually learned to make her own sausage balloon dogs. All she needed was a help with the air pump to blow up her balloons. The red, green, and blue ones in this photo were her very own creations as was the big round balloon on the stick.
All the children who visited this booth went away from the balloon man happy with the creations he made for them, but our girl was a fast learner and made some of her own–we had to drag her away from the balloon man’s booth, but she went home happy.
Bob and I set up at the Oneida Farmer’s Market today for the first time. We had extra help as Rob’s Aryana is spending three days with us.
It was cool today, not hot and sweaty. Just right for us.
Aryana found a friend early in our time at the market.
She kept telling people she had 25 cats at home (meaning our barn cats which number about 10).
I took this photo of Ary holding this cat switching from another that was owned by two little girls. I told Bob I was sending the photo to Rob. Bob said, “Tell Rob Aryana got the cat really cheap,” knowing a kitten was the last thing Rob needed. (Bob’s sense of humor was showing.)
Rob said, “Haha. Very funny.”
A gaggle of little girls over-loved the two cats until they hid under the car of the owner–the girls’ mother wasn’t worried. The cats eventually came out at the end of the market.
A fun day was had by all, well, maybe not by the two cats so much.