
She played the soulful dispatcher.
Got up a little out of sorts this morning. I blame the bad party popcorn.

It was nearly 1:00 pm before we arrived at the goat festival. Headed straight for Margarita's stand for a lunch of her signature gorditas, only stopping to greet sister-in-law Anna. After eating, Mary and I took our time browsing.

More people than ever took in the festival. It was not easy finding familiar faces. We ran into the proprietor of the supermercado where Mary shops.

Nieces Andrea and Denise were there with their families. Andrea said she'd been there since 4:30 am.

I cooled my heels in the shade creekside, while Mary went in search of the Einhorns who were to meet us there. After a while, the three returned together.

About then, Maylim and Susy came walking by. I felt bad later for forcing Susy into a photo. She has a malady that makes bright light unbearable for her.
Mary and I took Gloria home with us, so Mary could cut her hair. Terry stayed to take in the Charley Daniels concert. He would pick up Gloria later.
72.1 °F, clear. (Chapel Hill)
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