We are back from Middfest, which I think has "jumped the shark." In its glory days, I used to declare our kitchen CLOSED for the weekend because there were so many wonderful choices available from all the food vendors. This year there were only about 3 or 4 booths selling actual food, most of which I could not eat. Many of the artifacts from Botswana intended for the various displays did not arrive on time and the University of Chicago sent multiple copies of a book about medieval women writers instead of Dr. Parson's book about how Botswana achieved independence. And, after a summer of drought, it rained all day today, forcing the dance and music performances inside to a small space in the city building lobby.
What did go right was the history project which brought in several informative and engaging speakers and the basket weaver who conversed with the audience, through an interpreter, and demonstrated her craft. The literature project also did a nice job building a replica of the No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency/Speedy Motors building and populating it with very good actors who interacted with visitors as the 4 main characters.
We stopped and picked up Chinese carry-out on the way home.
