We live in what they call rural America, far from the hustle and bustle of city crowds and traffic. Though I was born and raised in the big city, this type of living suits me just fine. With our house at the end of a dead end road, we have a farmer’s field on one side of us and peaceful neighbors on the other. Small town living at its finest and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Except when the powers that be at City Hall decide to sponsor county fair like events on any given summer week-end complete with carnival rides set up in the school parking lots and adjacent city park and flea market booths lined up on either side of Main Street. (And, yes, the major thoroughfare in town is officially dubbed Main Street.) They claim these events are to bring in commerce to the businesses in the community. Let's see, that would be two bars, a party store, pizzeria and dentist office. It’s a week-end we always try to be somewhere else for a couple of days. Anything to avoid the mad house where usually civilized people park on private lawns and drop debris and such for the locals to pick up while they walk around as if they owned the place. (And don’t tell the city fathers, but, as I understand, when all is said and done the city usually has more debt to pay than revenue in the coffers.)
According to a number of yard signs that have popped up recently, this next week-end the lake and wooded area where my husband and I have logged so many pleasant and peaceful miles walking will be the site of a full blown circus.
The good news is these assaults on our peace and tranquility are few and far between. For now anyway. If any of that changes for the worse, we can always move.
I left the big city once, if it comes to that, I can do it again.
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