Old Fashion Days
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GREENUP – The annual Greenup County's Old Fashion Days kicked off on Thursday, signaling the start of the fall season. The festival is sponsored by many local businesses, and there are numerous events taking place during the celebration. Food trucks, live music performances, vendors, and much, much more will be available through Saturday.
Various competitors in OFD's events
There were many different events including best apple pie contest, pizza eating competition, tractor show, dance performances, quilt show, and live music!
Hey Y'all!
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Life is full of disappointments. Some of us learn that early, when the beautifully wrapped Christmas gift from Grandma contains socks and underwear instead of that coveted toy.
Later in life, we may suffer the same sort of disappointment when we visit the car dealer and realize the only way we can afford that dream car is to work two jobs and hold a weekly yard sale.
I’ve reached that point in my life where my needs are met and my wants generally few, so disappointments are rare.
That said, I had one earlier this week.
You see, I am one of those people who like to start my Christmas shopping early. Not January post-Christmas sale early but toward the end of summer, first part of fall.
Shop local is my motto but sometimes what I want can’t be purchased around here. Such was the case of this great toy I spotted for my two-year-old greatgirl. I read the specs in the ad, considered the purchase for a day or two and then went ahead and placed my order.
Shipping is so erratic these days. Sometimes items arrive earlier than expected. Other times, you’ve almost forgotten the order by the time the box shows up.
Enough days have passed since my purchase that I wasn’t surprised to see a carton on my porch when I rolled after work the other night. It had been one of those days that ended late, so dark fell before I arrived home.
Anticipation filled me when I saw the box on the porch. Ah, yes. Life is good. Not only was that item back-ordered, it had already arrived.
I bounced up the sidewalk with renewed energy, the hassles of the day forgotten. And then I saw the labeling.
This was not the Christmas gift awaiting my arrival. No, the carton contained toilet paper for the office that arrives via automatic order every month or so.
At the beginning of the pandemic last year, I would probably have been excited to see that much toilet paper delivered to my home. Although, the way there was a rush on the stuff, that case might have been snatched up before I ever got there.
There’s plenty of that vital supply everywhere now, though, so the thrill is gone.
I don’t keep snack foods in the house because I lack self-control. Once I open a bag or box of something, I’ll keep munching until nothing remains but an empty container. Because I’m not in the habit of eating them, I’m also not in the habit of buying them.
Purchasing gas was an essential on a recent overnight trip out of town with one of the grandgirls. Impulse overtook me and I bought a little bag of my favorite chips.
Anticipation became serious disappointment when I pulled it open. That’s all my money bought me, a bag of mostly air with some chips in the bottom?
I sighed and ate them. Actually, I supposed I should be grateful since there were so few since I’m not supposed to be eating them anyway. Too much salt and empty calories, or so my doctor says.
I will get over this disappointment the same way I am reconciled to the unfulfilled promises made during my youthful days. I read the comic books. I watched the cartoons and sci-fi TV shows.
We are well into the 21st century. I want my flying car and personal helicopter we’re supposed to have by now. I could really use a robot housekeeper to mop my floors and clean my windows.
What happened to that kitchen that cooked meals on demand? I remember seeing an article on the future in some magazine that described in detail how all we’d have to do is push a button and a full-prepared meal would be instantly delivered. I mean, I love my slow cooker, air fryer and microwave, but I still have to do a lot of work to make my meal.
I can accept reality. Those things aren’t coming in my lifetime, if ever. And I can deal with that.
But the pain of thinking I’m going to open a box of something incredible and finding toilet paper instead ... well, that may take a little time to get over.
Later in life, we may suffer the same sort of disappointment when we visit the car dealer and realize the only way we can afford that dream car is to work two jobs and hold a weekly yard sale.
I’ve reached that point in my life where my needs are met and my wants generally few, so disappointments are rare.
That said, I had one earlier this week.
You see, I am one of those people who like to start my Christmas shopping early. Not January post-Christmas sale early but toward the end of summer, first part of fall.
Shop local is my motto but sometimes what I want can’t be purchased around here. Such was the case of this great toy I spotted for my two-year-old greatgirl. I read the specs in the ad, considered the purchase for a day or two and then went ahead and placed my order.
Shipping is so erratic these days. Sometimes items arrive earlier than expected. Other times, you’ve almost forgotten the order by the time the box shows up.
Enough days have passed since my purchase that I wasn’t surprised to see a carton on my porch when I rolled after work the other night. It had been one of those days that ended late, so dark fell before I arrived home.
Anticipation filled me when I saw the box on the porch. Ah, yes. Life is good. Not only was that item back-ordered, it had already arrived.
I bounced up the sidewalk with renewed energy, the hassles of the day forgotten. And then I saw the labeling.
This was not the Christmas gift awaiting my arrival. No, the carton contained toilet paper for the office that arrives via automatic order every month or so.
At the beginning of the pandemic last year, I would probably have been excited to see that much toilet paper delivered to my home. Although, the way there was a rush on the stuff, that case might have been snatched up before I ever got there.
There’s plenty of that vital supply everywhere now, though, so the thrill is gone.
I don’t keep snack foods in the house because I lack self-control. Once I open a bag or box of something, I’ll keep munching until nothing remains but an empty container. Because I’m not in the habit of eating them, I’m also not in the habit of buying them.
Purchasing gas was an essential on a recent overnight trip out of town with one of the grandgirls. Impulse overtook me and I bought a little bag of my favorite chips.
Anticipation became serious disappointment when I pulled it open. That’s all my money bought me, a bag of mostly air with some chips in the bottom?
I sighed and ate them. Actually, I supposed I should be grateful since there were so few since I’m not supposed to be eating them anyway. Too much salt and empty calories, or so my doctor says.
I will get over this disappointment the same way I am reconciled to the unfulfilled promises made during my youthful days. I read the comic books. I watched the cartoons and sci-fi TV shows.
We are well into the 21st century. I want my flying car and personal helicopter we’re supposed to have by now. I could really use a robot housekeeper to mop my floors and clean my windows.
What happened to that kitchen that cooked meals on demand? I remember seeing an article on the future in some magazine that described in detail how all we’d have to do is push a button and a full-prepared meal would be instantly delivered. I mean, I love my slow cooker, air fryer and microwave, but I still have to do a lot of work to make my meal.
I can accept reality. Those things aren’t coming in my lifetime, if ever. And I can deal with that.
But the pain of thinking I’m going to open a box of something incredible and finding toilet paper instead ... well, that may take a little time to get over.