Three days.

June 23, Berkley.

An unexpected three-day stand and not much to show for it so far.
After waiting for an hour and a half to be parked in an ugly muddy field (our usual spot is unavailable this year, much to our collective chagrin,) Alex, Danny, Oscar and Tavo working hard and having to call in a tractor and forklift from town to rescue the circus semis and other heavy vehicles, our second day off in a week was spent doing laundry, after Dylan wet his bed, and because this is the way things happen the washing machine malfunctioned and I had to do the wash all over again. Not that I would have done much anyway for our car has a fuel pump problem (seems to be our mechanical problem of the season, after the motor home's similar issue stretched for an eternity back in April) and after cringing through making a left turn at a stop sign for the better part of fifteen minutes it looked better to just head home and pray we would make it without having to push the thing along.
The rest of the holiday was spent under water, showers to be exact, which had the unfortunate consequence of further condemning the day by making it all but impossible to interview Joel and Adrian, as planned, because the sound of the rain on the car would ruin the recording.
Some people were off to Boston, went to the museum, went shopping, Cape Cod would have been a great choice, or visiting any of my friends in the area, the list is endless of what you can do on a day off in a seven-days-a-week circus season.
Ah but it stopped raining some time around eight in the evening, and Joel was gracious enough to still agree to the interview then.