Tonight was the last night of the Grange Fair. And as the week ended, I was 0 for 5 in the world of pierogies (insert sadface here). Some back story, there is a place at the fair that sells the most amazing pierogies (or so I've heard). I've tried to get to the stand before they sold out each night that I was at the fair. No luck. Yesterday, I thought for sure that I would have pierogies for dinner but I could tell by the lack of a line in front of the stand that Grange Fair pierogies were not on the menu for me this summer. I guess that if going pierogi-less for a day is the extent of my tragedy for the weekend, I'm doing well.
The moon was just gorgeous last night - I really wish I could fix these photos so that they were a little smaller and that I could actually insert them into the text. Sometimes I can, sometimes I can't. I just need to figure out what I am doing differently when I am able to access the menu to adjust photo size and location.
So off I go for an hour before church, to work on my chicken coop. Not my chicken coop really although with the blood, sweat, tears and colorful language used on it, I feel as if I should move into it. Pictures to follow.