Happy, happy, happy Saturday, Diary! I can’t wait for the carnival this afternoon. Grammy said that we can go if I help her with the morning shopping! Gross! I hate helping her out at the grocery mart; she is as slow as a pickle (and she smells like one, too!). We have to buy ingredients to bake my Uncle Phil’s birthday cake; he is about to be 53 and he still has his mom bake his birthday cake. Weird! Uncle P always requests that Grammy make him red velvet cake with blue cream cheese icing. He is rather picky but Grammy does whatever she can to make her “baby boy” happy. If you ask me, he needs to start baking his own cake or muster up enough change to buy himself one. Last time I checked, he was a rather big boy.
All weeklong I have heard cries from the carnival, and I am pretty sure the cries have been cries of joy; it looks like a blast! The day is rather hot so before Grammy and I head down to the excitement, we lather up in sunscreen and grab our spring attire; it’s going to be a hot one! At the carnival, we run across Pastor Dan. Oh no! I don’t like him very much; he is an odd fellow. I don’t like the idea of seeing him out in public. It’s bad enough seeing him at church. Of course Grammy stops and talks to Dan. So, as she vents about how her Bible is missing pages, I go to explore the commotion alone.
I jog to the ticket counter to purchase some ride tokens. Maybe I should go grab Grammy to come with me on the ferris wheel. I return to the spot where I last saw Pastor Dan and Grammy, but oh no!!! I can’t see either one of them and, and, and…(to be continued!)
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