|One of many sheep I cuddled at the fair|
|The biggest obstacle, but there is an elevator.|
As soon as the fair passed the accessibility test, I was free to look at the sheep. They were in the sheep barn,
|One poor sheep who is not quite ready for judging|
|Got to love the colorful coats|
and will grow up to be only 150 lbs. of this.
It probably helps that I have never had poutine, funnel cake, or deep fried Oreos, so I haven’t developed those cravings.
I’m trying to eat healthy and saw little there that fit that description. Most tempting were the slushy stands, because it was hot outside.
There was Korean BBQ in a cup, corn on the cob on a stick, and an actual sit-down Mexican restaurant.
If we were stuck at the fair, we could have found something healthier than the food we picked up on the way home—McDonalds. My guys like food to be predictable. I can at least eat the last semi-healthy item on the menu—the Southwest Salad.
The next step in this disability journey is waiting for health insurance to pass between companies. I'm supposed to pay for things out of pocket for now and be refunded later. Right. I don't want to know what my drugs cost out of pocket. I expect to spend Monday on the phone making sure I’m clearly covered.)