Take your child to work
Oct. 10th, 2021 02:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
offcntrLars and Tammy are neighbors again, as is little Eli, who was quite proud of his Spiderman face paint (complete with web shooters on each wrist). More-or-less in his honor, I decided to feature young animals in the day's post.
Turns out there's a lot of them. Who knew?
I leave for Market around 7 am, or a little before, so I can back up to the curb at my spot and unload in efficient but un-rushed fashion, then park the van before my neighbors, Brandy and Danny, arrive and need the space. Which meant, yesterday, it was still dark out. The sun had risen by the time I reached downtown, but it was still unsettling.
Like last week, it started out cold and grey with clouds of unmasked pedestrians, but the by noon the sun, crowds and masks had all come out. Sold almost as well as last week, largely in mugs: 6 tall mugs, 7 painted ones, and 2 stew mugs besides. We had a stretch of silly science songs--a woman in my booth was inspired by a dinosaur bank to sing "The Stegosaurus Song" from her school days, which I'd never heard, but I responded with a verse of "The Cloud Song" from a junior high science lesson. We further bonded over geography: She knew a song that listed the continents in order, while I still can sing all fifty states alphabetically from a seventh grade choral piece. And the next woman into the booth taught me "Willaby Wallaby Woo," and we both regretted that I had koala and platypus mugs, but no kangaroos.
You don't get days like this packing wholesale orders, I tell you. Or if you do, nobody else sings along.
Took an order from former KLCC colleague Pete Lavelle for a form I haven't made in ages, a parallelogram-cross section vase. I'll have to take pix to explain the process when I get that far. And I sold a tiger mug to a woman named Tigre, and a bowl to a man who shared two names with Robert Anson Heinlein, the SF writer, even knew who that was, but didn't know RAH's middle name was his last.
Live music has been back several weeks, today including a Beatles cover band that was pretty good, and the return of Fiddlin' Big Sue. She's a long-time Market member, selling lampwork glass, though not since pandemic, who's also been in a variety of bluegrass bands with husband Tom since before I came to Oregon. Great fun to hear them play again.
Turns out there's a lot of them. Who knew?
I leave for Market around 7 am, or a little before, so I can back up to the curb at my spot and unload in efficient but un-rushed fashion, then park the van before my neighbors, Brandy and Danny, arrive and need the space. Which meant, yesterday, it was still dark out. The sun had risen by the time I reached downtown, but it was still unsettling.
Like last week, it started out cold and grey with clouds of unmasked pedestrians, but the by noon the sun, crowds and masks had all come out. Sold almost as well as last week, largely in mugs: 6 tall mugs, 7 painted ones, and 2 stew mugs besides. We had a stretch of silly science songs--a woman in my booth was inspired by a dinosaur bank to sing "The Stegosaurus Song" from her school days, which I'd never heard, but I responded with a verse of "The Cloud Song" from a junior high science lesson. We further bonded over geography: She knew a song that listed the continents in order, while I still can sing all fifty states alphabetically from a seventh grade choral piece. And the next woman into the booth taught me "Willaby Wallaby Woo," and we both regretted that I had koala and platypus mugs, but no kangaroos.
You don't get days like this packing wholesale orders, I tell you. Or if you do, nobody else sings along.
Took an order from former KLCC colleague Pete Lavelle for a form I haven't made in ages, a parallelogram-cross section vase. I'll have to take pix to explain the process when I get that far. And I sold a tiger mug to a woman named Tigre, and a bowl to a man who shared two names with Robert Anson Heinlein, the SF writer, even knew who that was, but didn't know RAH's middle name was his last.
Live music has been back several weeks, today including a Beatles cover band that was pretty good, and the return of Fiddlin' Big Sue. She's a long-time Market member, selling lampwork glass, though not since pandemic, who's also been in a variety of bluegrass bands with husband Tom since before I came to Oregon. Great fun to hear them play again.
that song
Date: 2021-10-11 01:13 pm (UTC)Did you know that was written by Ray Charles?
Re: that song
Date: 2021-10-11 02:21 pm (UTC)That's the song, and no, I did not know that.
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Date: 2021-10-11 04:51 pm (UTC)