Thursday, June 3, 2010
Abecedarium of Demise: The Letter T
T could be for our new tent. The one we used at our first ever New Castle Riverwalk Arts Festival. It was a little wobbly, but our neighbor allowed us to hitch our tent to some of his weights and his generally better tent, and we made it through, even though it was a bit breezy that day.
The boys were really good. We had a cooler full of juice boxes and PB and J sandwiches. They finished most of them before the Arts Festival opened. We had to make at least two dozen trips down the street to the bathroom by five o' clock.
Here I am!
Here is one of our displays.
And my paintings all hung up. Yay! It was a fun time. I only wish I remembered that I had the camera and taken more pictures of the other displays. But I guess they can get their own blogs.
Here is your Abecearium of Demise----
Tracy was Tormented by Talkative voices in her head.
They Told her Terrible Tales of Terror That filled her Tremulous heart with dread.
A Traveling surgeon Told he'd Thwart the Tiresome conversation
but Tracy did not make it out of the Tortuous Trephination.