** Hazy Hot Humid
I'm now back in the Concondo and re-adjusted to east-coast time. I've been surveying the Treehouse and getting re-acquainted with those projects I started before we left.
I had a bad dream last night. I had signed up to do a craft show and I was not prepared. The set-up time was looming and I still hadn't priced anything, and had not even begun to load up my car. Plus, I had a very bad cold.
I finally had to throw in the towel and cancel at the last minute. But I was really interested in doing the show the following year, and I was afraid the organizer would label me a deadbeat and ban me from future shows.
Then, a little while after I got up, Mr. Gadget asked me if I wanted to go to Costco. He usually goes by himself, but once in a while I ride along. I like to look at the books. And the cookies. This time I noticed they had nice canopy tents that would have been just the thing for me when I was doing craft shows regularly. But, of course, I've retired from that sort of thing, so I don't need one now.
Do you ever notice that sometimes days have themes? This one started out with the craft-show dream and then moved on to the craft-show tent. A few weeks ago it was all about owls. That story will have to wait, but it's a good one--and maybe just a wee bit eerie.
Now I'd better get hopping on projects for the old hotel craft show. It's just two months away and I don't want those nice folks calling me a deadbeat.
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