Anything but ordinary

Well after a great run at the market we were bound to have a bad day. Weather wise that is, our sales were up. On Friday as we were loading things up for the market it began to rain. I had to stuff all the things in the front of the truck that couldn’t get wet but I had to leave a few aloe plants in the back for the night. Aloes are succulents so they don’t like a lot of water but they got more than their share that night. Later that night we got an email saying that opening time for the market had been delayed due to bad weather.

We awoke on Saturday to more rain and 40 degree weather. Now I can take the cold and I can take rain but when you mix the too it spells MISERABLE. Around 7:30 the rain stopped so we headed to the market. We were one of the first vendors to set up and our tent wasn’t even ready. It was raining lightly again too so we waited on our tent before unloading the dry stuff. Only about half the vendors even showed up because the weather was so bad but we had a propane heater and we were under the tent so we stuck it out.

The crowd was the thinnest I have ever seen but I have a theory about bad weather shoppers. On nice days there are a lot of people down there. But a lot of those people are just out for a stroll on a nice day. Anyone that goes to an outside market on a cold and rainy day is there to buy. And buy they did. I had the best day in over two months. Go figure.

The rest of the weekend was spent doing projects. I helped make an access ramp for my MIL and repaired our cable line that had been broken. I am not sure which project was more important. I guess it depends on who you ask. My youngest son would say that latter one. I do know that the MIL project hurt more because I drove a screwdriver into my finger. “ouch” Just as I was finishing the cable project, my wife let me know that the washing machine had quit working. Oh happy day!!!!! But I was able to determine what the problem was and I have the part on order. Oh happy day. (minus the sarcasm)

So finally things are settling down in our house and I am able to relax and watch CSI Miami. We all love that show. I love it because I could see myself on a CSI team because of my intuitive abilities and the fact that I am so aware of my surroundings. So the phone rings and I am thinking it is “H” asking me to join his CSI team. But instead it’s my SIL asking what’s going on over at our house. Apparently from her house she could see some flashing lights in front of our house. So I open the blinds and there, right in front of our house, are two fire trucks, an ambulance and a number of cars with their flashers on. No wonder those sirens on CSI Miami sounded so real. Ahem

My son and I went outside and there was a car upside down directly in front of our house. Some guy had run off the road, hit a tree and flipped his car. After careful investigation we think that either he swerved to miss an animal or he may have been to an early Winter party. Notice I didn’t say Christmas party. I heard on the news that a Principal at a school up in Connecticut has decided that the only acceptable greeting at his school (so as not to offend anyone) is “Happy Winter.” But wait, the only reason I like winter is because of Christmas. So without Christmas I hate winter so now I am offended. I think I will sue. Oh what will they think of next?

Have a Great day,
Greg