Almost a Perfect Day

Yesterday I went out to a small nearby town to participate in an art sale, with an artists' co-op I belong to. When we got here, we found a little confusion, and I quickly saw that the day was not going to go as I had expected. So I relaxed and went with the flow. We did not have nearly the room we had thought we would get, so the seven of us were forced to split up and some of us move to another building. Interesting in that I said I would move but I didn't want to be the only one over there. I thought it would be better if half of us were in one building and half in the other. Well, the only one to join me turned out to be a wood carver. She does the most interesting little fairy houses out of cottonwood bark. The painters and sketchers were in the other building. So here we are on the porch of an old house that has been turned into a museum of pioneer days. Now, I had gone with the goal in mind of testing out the new configuration and lighting system for my booth. No Power. Okay, forget the lighting. A long narrow area. Okay, just set up any way you can, and that involved moving a lot of furniture.

So DH and I and the carver spent the afternoon sitting on this lovely porch, on a beautiful summer day. People came and went and most stopped to chat. I found out all about the history of the house, and the efforts of the museum volunteers to get the whole museum operating. (It's been a real challenge for them as they are too small to be eligible for any government grants, and must rely purely donations of time and money). I found out more than I ever wanted to know about the garbage system and dumping rules of the area. I found out about how willow trees should never be planted near a septic field, and what's involved in solving problems when they do. All in all, we had a thoroughly pleasant afternoon.

I actully sold one hanging for $45.00. I hadn't really expected to sell anything, so this was "found" money. And it wasn't really enough to make any difference to our life over the next little while. So on the way home we stopped at the casino and, between the two of us, made the $45.00 last over an hour. ( DH's pay for all the work he had done out at the sale).

Then off to watch my oldest DGD in a dance recital. In the first half she danced in five numbers and did an excellent job. I got to sit next to my DGS and quite a chat about dragons. However, I was really tired, and left at intermission, as my DGD wasn't going to be on anymore, and DGS was not feeling well and went to sit backstge with his father.

Since I had taken an allergy pill earlier in the day, I was able to have a small glass of brandy. As I sat to sip it while watching tv, I found a Bachman/Cummings concert on PBS out of Detroit. Now, can I ask for a better end to my day than watching Bachman/Cummings, including interviews, while sipping brandy?