Sunday, September 19, 2004

Another Washout


It’s 9am on Sunday. My eyes feel like sandpaper, and my body feels like the Tin Woodsman’s before Dorothy plies his joints with oil. I’ve spent the last two V-E-R-Y L-O-N-G days primarily sitting under a nylon canopy in the rain. Or the wind. Or the rain and wind. Hoping to sell delicious pastries to festival patrons...who were all smart enough to remain in their nice, warm, DRY family rooms eating chips, drinking beer and watching football. When I’m not cozying up to one of my pieces of equipment trying to get warm, I’m running around in a frenzy trying to keep said pieces of equipment from being drowned in the torrents of water that periodically sloosh down from the top of the canopy when the rain collects to the point of overflowing. In approximately one hour, I will have to drag myself out to the festival grounds for another seven hours of that, and then spend an hour and a half trying to pack the soaking wet shreds of my business into the van and trailer without killing myself. And then a two-hour, damp, drizzly drive home. Are we having fun yet?

7 comments:

  1. It sounds like you need to be curled up in front of a warm fire.

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  2. If you volunteered, it was a very bad idea. : ) I learned that one long ago!

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  3. I thought about you yesterday while I was taking a walk down at Alton Baker. The wind was "brisk" to say the least. I really thought about you when the rain finally hit. I can only think of one person who might have been worse off. Jon senior was pulling stumps at their new house yesterday afternoon.........in the rain.

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  4. Rain rain go away!

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  5. So I guess rain isn't on your "favorite thing" list? ;-)  Sorry it's been a crummy experience!
    Donna

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  6. Sorry to hear you had such a crappy weekend. :-( ----Robbie

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  7. I told you that place has tooooo much rain!  Sorry it affected your day and sales!  Lisa

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