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offcntrOn our way up to Seattle area yesterday, for the Edmonds Arts Festival, we took a little detour to Tacoma to stop at Clay Art Center. I was returning some kiln shelves for Club Mud, a batch of fifteen that were behaving weirdly, bowing up or sagging down. Clay Art offered to take them back and credit the co-op, and since I was driving right past, I offered to save us shipping.
Pulled into their lot, opened the side and back van doors, moved my booth sign out of the way and started taking out shelves. I'd filled every available nook and cranny, stacked them on top of my pottery boxes, separated by cardboard scrap and bundled together to keep them from sliding around on the trip.
It took two hand-truck loads to shift them all, I slammed and locked the doors, signed off on the return form, hit the rest rooms, and in no time was zooming back toward I-5. Coming around the last curve I heard a thump, a thud and a slidy noise.
What was that? asked Denise. Oh crap, I said, I left the sign on the roof again.
This has happened before. Long about the last time I did Edmonds, give or take a year, I managed to lose my booth sign driving down I-5 with it still on the roof. This time I was luckier. I could see it in the rear-view mirror, and there was room in the lane for me to pull over, turn on my flashers and dash back to collect it before someone else ran it over. Then back to the freeway and on to Edmonds.
Pulled into their lot, opened the side and back van doors, moved my booth sign out of the way and started taking out shelves. I'd filled every available nook and cranny, stacked them on top of my pottery boxes, separated by cardboard scrap and bundled together to keep them from sliding around on the trip.
It took two hand-truck loads to shift them all, I slammed and locked the doors, signed off on the return form, hit the rest rooms, and in no time was zooming back toward I-5. Coming around the last curve I heard a thump, a thud and a slidy noise.
What was that? asked Denise. Oh crap, I said, I left the sign on the roof again.
This has happened before. Long about the last time I did Edmonds, give or take a year, I managed to lose my booth sign driving down I-5 with it still on the roof. This time I was luckier. I could see it in the rear-view mirror, and there was room in the lane for me to pull over, turn on my flashers and dash back to collect it before someone else ran it over. Then back to the freeway and on to Edmonds.