What Goes Up, Must Come Down

I’m thankful this morning that Hurricane Ida downgraded to a tropical storm before she came to see us. The thrashing of trees and relentless noise of sideways rain hitting the windowpanes throughout the night was enough action for me. It’s interesting that it’s always harder when storms come ashore in the night. You can hear the chaos but you can’t see it, and somehow that makes it more unsettling.

On another note, this past weekend, we went to the National Peanut Festival in Alabama. Fireman and Daughter-In-Love wanted to go (she’s never had that unique experience) so over the rivers and through the woods we went. This event is like a state fair with a strong agricultural emphasis. Somehow, it feels cleaner than a local fair, which is a good thing. We ate our standard fare of boiled peanuts and kettle korn. Pretty healthy fair food in my opinion.

We watched as they rode the giant Ferris Wheel and I decided that if I were to define myself as something at the fair, it would be the Ferris Wheel. I’m up, I’m down, I’m all around, but I’m steady.

Here's a tidbit from history:
The original Ferris wheel (also known as an observation wheel or big wheel) was designed by George Washington Gale Ferris, Jr., as a landmark for the 1893 World's Columbian Exposition in Chicago. The term Ferris wheel later came to be used generically for all such rides.

If you had to define yourself as an amusement ride, what would you be? The Gravitron? The Carousel? How about the Fun House or the House of Mirrors? Or the Big Slide? I’m laughing thinking about all the metaphors.