I'm one of those people with a built-in alarm clock. Sometimes this is good because I'm virtually never late for anything; occasionally I hate it because I want to sleep late and I can't. Sunday was one of those days where I would have prefered to sleep late but I woke up at precisely 4 a.m. Thus, even though I could have slept until almost 8 in the morning I was wide awake at 4 a.m.

So I organized my Saturday pictures, which took about two hours, then went over to the local Walmart to get some batteries for my camera. I find it fascinating that a little town called Gilroy, out in the middle of nowhere, has not only a huge Walmart, but a Target and dozens of other stores as well. How do these massive stores stay in business?

I arrived at the fair at about 9 a.m. and waited for the opening show to start. I stock up some conversations with some people, especially a very nice, very tattooed lady. I'm considering getting a tattoo myself, on my left upper arm, and I'm trying to get get more information on how to do it, where to do it, and what it costs. I'm also curious about how much it hurts, although that won't stop me from getting it. She was very friendly and I learned a little bit about her tattoos, why she got them, and she told me how much it hurts ("like hell" were her words).

I was feeling a little melancholy on Sunday, so I spent most of the day just wandering around watching a few shows, finding things to photograph, eating, and more or less enjoy myself. But I couldn't shake the blue mood totally, so I just ignored it. Partially because of that, I took less pictures than usual; a little more than a thousand.

I stopped at the face painting booth, and looked over the selection that they had on display. I didn't think any of those would look good on me so after some discussion with the lady in the booth, she agreed to paint a little spider on my cheek. I like spiders, I think it looked pretty cool.

My timing was off most of the day I wound up missing every show that I wanted to see. In fact, I missed just about everything I wanted to do.

In the afternoon, Molly rounded up all the jestors and fools so I could take a group photo. It was a bit of a challenge gather them all together but she pulled it off. I got a couple of dozen photos of the group, and then a bunch of single photos of each of the fools. They came out pretty good, if I do say so myself.

In the end of the day a nice lady met me at the rocking horse and we had a ride together. That was fun, a nice way to end a pretty good weekend.