Bubbles to soothe the savage beast

It was already a busy week thanks to students turning in drafts in every class, but add an extra 300 miles of driving and some bonus grandparenting on top of the normal craziness and you get one exhausted grandma--so spending some time on Saturday morning sitting on the front porch watching the grandkids blow bubbles was just about my speed.

I don't know how many thousands of extra people are in Jackson this weekend for the annual apple festival, but everywhere we've been has been loud, crowded, and redolent of fried fair food. We weren't downtown during the busiest part of the fair, but I still started feeling that internal gripping panic that accompanies massive roiling crowds. The grandkids enjoyed the ice cream and a few of the tamer rides, although they found the Fun Slide a little more exciting than they'd expected. 

Now my house is full of napping people, and I've half a mind to join them. Soon they'll wake up and the whole three-ring circus will start up again, but we're well stocked with apple pie, and if that won't keep the wild animals happy, we can always break out the bubbles.