Late night final
Dec. 24th, 2021 07:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
offcntrLast two days of Holiday Market still continue strong. My potter friend Cheri jokes about being a "thousandaire" on good days, and Thursday still made the grade. Noticing a lot of Christmas sweaters this time. Thursday it seems the geeks have taken over the form. Darth Vader sweater saying "Merry Sithmas." Black-and-white sweater featuring Jack Skellington, another with skeletal reindeer. A more traditional red-and-green one, Mandalorian themed, "What Child is This," with, you know, The Child.
Weather has been making Denise's knee go ballistic, and I end up driving her home early Thursday, doing Friday solo. It's pretty quiet, a lot of empty spaces, but still last-minute (and last-last-minute, while packing up) sales. A couple of friends from grad school days stop in and visit, which is nice. Less nice, the wife of longtime friend-and-patron Jamie Alden stops in to tell me she died on the 23rd. We'd seen her earlier in the season, traded hugs, and it's weird to think I'll never see her again.
Market closed at 4 pm, and all product has to leave the building, though we have the option of returning Monday between 10 and 3 to get the booth. Weather is predicting snow Sunday and Monday, though, and since the pots are all boxed by 4:45, I decide to power through and take the booth down as well. Because we've been keeping a lean booth, no extra boxes of stock out in the van, there's room for everything in one trip (though there are a couple of boxes on the passenger seat). Everything's cleared out by 7 pm, and I come home to a meal of leftover fried rice and Christmas cookies.
And so to bed.
Weather has been making Denise's knee go ballistic, and I end up driving her home early Thursday, doing Friday solo. It's pretty quiet, a lot of empty spaces, but still last-minute (and last-last-minute, while packing up) sales. A couple of friends from grad school days stop in and visit, which is nice. Less nice, the wife of longtime friend-and-patron Jamie Alden stops in to tell me she died on the 23rd. We'd seen her earlier in the season, traded hugs, and it's weird to think I'll never see her again.
Market closed at 4 pm, and all product has to leave the building, though we have the option of returning Monday between 10 and 3 to get the booth. Weather is predicting snow Sunday and Monday, though, and since the pots are all boxed by 4:45, I decide to power through and take the booth down as well. Because we've been keeping a lean booth, no extra boxes of stock out in the van, there's room for everything in one trip (though there are a couple of boxes on the passenger seat). Everything's cleared out by 7 pm, and I come home to a meal of leftover fried rice and Christmas cookies.
And so to bed.
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Date: 2021-12-26 01:07 am (UTC)