Ten Good Things...Week Fourteen

It’s almost Wednesday, (well, I guess technically it IS Wednesday. But I haven’t been to bed yet, so it’s still Tuesday to me…) and I haven’t done my Ten Good Things list for the week. Okay, okay….I’m doing it already. Sheesh!

1. I was able to wangle enough time to go out to Astoria and work at the Scandinavian Festival. It is one of my favorite events. I get to wear the costume, I get to enjoy the music and the dancing, and I get to sell good food to a lot of people who really appreciate it. Can’t ask for more than that.
2. Looks like we have figured out how we are going to be in three places at one time this coming Saturday. I’m making an all-out bid to please everybody this weekend. We shall see what the results shall be…
3. Astoria. Prebyterians. Pie. Pecan pie on Saturday. Chocolate chip pecan pie on Sunday. Need I say more?
4. Eagle sightings on the outskirts of Astoria, on the way to the fairgrounds where the festival is held. Always a good omen.
5. Twenty percent sales increase over last year at the festival. First time this season we have shown a good increase. I’ll take it.
6. What good thing can I relate about my hours spent with my future employees at the café last week? That I didn’t kill anybody? That they didn’t kill me? That’s about as good as it gets…J
7. My sister "D" has been a godsend during this month of juggling conflicting commitments. I owe her bigtime. Or maybe "owing" is not something one does with sisters. We’re family. We help each other out. That’s the way I always thought it should be.
8. I discovered that the swallows are trying to build a nest in the shed, but apparently, the first few eggs either blew or fell off of the rafter under the eave. This morning, I screwed a little "wall" to the framing, in an attempt to keep things, like eggs and baby birds, from tumbling off onto the floor of the shed. Mama bird checked out my "home improvement project" under the watchful eye of Papa bird. It will be interesting to see what they do now…
9. Despite an entire week of running around like a chicken with my head cut off, I managed to keep the house in some semblance of order. This is very important to me. Being semi-retired the last several years, I’ve been able to invest time in housework that was heretofore unthinkable. I don’t want to go back to living in a pit just because I’ve gone back to work (outside the home.) Managing to fit it all in for the time being…
10. Did I mention that my husband is always a good thing? He has been as indispensable these past few weeks as sister "D." His on-again, off-again commitment to Café de la Rue seems to have evaporated, and he has been right there to help every minute of every difficult, demanding, mystifying day. Maybe it won’t be too long before he can drop out of the workaday world and come into the business full-time. I’ve always thought we make a heckuva team.

There. All done. Are you happy now? :-]