And So on and so forth etc. etc.

From Will:

Well, I guess I need to be the one to post the "post Cranfest" post! So this is my Post:

It is finished.



Not enough? Oh okay, Cranfest was very good. I really hadn't planned to be that much a part of it this year. The more Deanna has to do with it the more I need to be home keeping things going. It just so happened that Jessalyn had so much going on that involved the CranFest.

First, Jessalyn and her cousin Jessica were both "runners-up" for Cranberry Princess. Even though they didn't win (Yes there are pictures! They both were beautiful but I haven't figured out how to upload them yet. Patience.) they both still had obligations to fulfill for Cranfest such as stirring a giant pan of cooking cranberries for cranberry jubilee ice cream. This obligation became a scheduling conflict for Jessalyn.

It was no big deal really, but Jessalyn and Jessica are both in "show-choir" at their school. Both were scheduled to perform several shows during the same time as the pan-stirring thing. It was my job to get Jessalyn to the stage Friday morning and then they agreed to let her miss a show so I could pick her up and cart her to the frying pan across town in a golf cart. Walking and golf carts are the only way to get around Cranfest. Walking is faster and less stressful.

I figured that if I had to be at Cranfest in the morning and then again a couple of hours later I might as well stay and drive courtesy cart. The idea is that some people just don't realize how much walking is involved and some just can't make it. Courtesy cart drivers "cruise around" looking for these and offer a free trip to their cars or buses whichever the case may be. Sometimes they buy things before realizing how far they would have to carry say a...bed or a dresser etc. No kidding. People really go to a Cranberry Festival to buy bedroom furniture. Who'd have thought?

Originally, the plan was the Jessalyn would connect up with my wife after she was done "stirring the pot" and would spend the rest of the day with her mom. No plan lasts past the first engagement with the enemy. Deanna was SO busy. She'd given up her cart; lost her cell phone and really didn't have a way of looking after Jessalyn too. So, I stayed and Jessa and I ran courtesy cart in a Golf limo. That's right; Limo. It had three separate seats that would hold as many as nine people if they really, really liked each other. Six fit perfect. The weather was nice and we had a great time Father and Daughter.

Out of the mouths of babes: While driving courtesy cart we wound up driving these two ladies around the parking area looking for their car. They were sure that it was with-in three or four rows of where we were. They had been looking for quite some time before we found them and finally as we were nearing the end of the area where it "should" be my 13 year old daughter asks "do you have a panic button?" The woman had no idea what one was. I think she thought Jessa was joking I was too busy wondering why I didn't think of that ( Really! Why didn't I think of that???) Sure enough there on her key ring was the panic button. She pushed it and we could hear the car honking way out side where they were "sure" it would be. Points for Jessalyn.

Okay, I'm really taking too long and this is just Friday! As a treat I took her to get a "fry bread pizza" They're awesome but not as good as what we had for dessert: Chocolate-dipped-Frozen-Cheesecake-on-a-stick! (no relation to Jose' Jalapeno on a stick). One bite of that creamy frozen dessert and I knew it was SO Wrong and Yet SO RIGHT! Oh! it's Bad and it's wonderful!! It's so rich that the one I had on Friday and the one I had on Saturday will hold me till next year but every Cranfest I know I have to buy CashewCrunch (like peanut brittle with cashews) and that chocolate dipped (insert your favorite hyperbole here).

Okay, I'm out of room. Perhaps Deanna can fill you in on the other two days of Cranfest!

God Bless
Will.