So this past weekend I had a very long weekend. See my blog about the Midwest Craft Caucus on http://www.crazycraftnladies.blogspot.com/ for the full details of the weekend. I left the Craft Caucus on Sunday to head to North Market for Artisan Sunday. My Mom was there displaying our crafts with help from her BF Michael. I was Michaels's relief so he could run home and run some errands so I just came in and I sat and talked to my Mom.
We didn't sell anything while I was there. My theory was that many people were at the Arts Festival and those that weren't were inside somewhere enjoying the air conditioning! As soon as I stepped out of my car from the nice air conditioning I broke out in sweat (not that you realy wanted to know that!) The reason I'm sharing that with you is because I'm always cold or chilly and it's a miracle when I actually sweat!
At the end of the North Market show, I helped Mom and Michael pack up the booth. Michael came back to help us and to haul stuff home in his van. My car won't hold all of our equipment and wares.
I leave before they do and get home maybe 15 to 25 minutes before they arrive. I settled in. Unpacked the few things I had with me in my car and came in the house. As I was unlocking the door I heard the thunder....I'm very afraid of storms that contain Lightning......[Maybe I'll tell you my lightning story some day].....Shortly after Mom and Michael come home they are wanting me to help them unload the van..................HELLO PEOPLE! It is lightning outside. I can hear the thunder in my house with the TV playing. It's not "little" thunder, far away with a rumble that you're not sure if you heard it or not. My Mom stood there with her hands on her hops looking at me like I was crazy so I decided to be brave. Or at least be my version of brave. So I literally ran outside grabbed what I could from the van, ran into the garage, peeked my head back out (not sure of what I was going to see or if I was going to get zapped) and ran back out to the van. I did this probably 3 times, maybe 4, and then I just stood in the garage until I knew everything was unloaded. Then I took my rear back in the house.
So after that traumatic event, I settled onto the couch. Watched some shows. I think I may have even dozed off for a minute or two. Michael called that dinner was done........My doggie, Brandy, ran into the kitchen as soon as he said it. I don't remember much after that. I think maybe I did a load of laundry or two. Then I went into my bedroom to start getting ready for bed and my friend, Susi called. We chatted for about 15 mins and then I called it a night.
Well Monday morning rolls around and I wake up bright and early, even before my alarm went off. As soon as I stirred Brandy wanted to go outside. Yes, she waits to hear you breathe heavily, sigh or turn over and she starts whining to go out. She's a pretty smart little girl! When she used to jump up on my bed she would stand over me and look at me until I woke up. If I didn't get up after a minute or two, she would then lie down on top of me. Did I mention that Brandy at the time was pushing between 80 and 100 lbs....I got up and let her out. It was still early so I decided to camp out on the couch because I don't like leaving her outside by herself anymore, another long story. Around 6:30 a.m., my usual time to get ready for work, I get up call Brandy back in and start getting ready for work.
I arrive at work around 7:50. Guess What? I had the day scheduled off!
