YOU'RE GOING TO TURN INTO A STRAWBERRY

The artisans got together this morning in the sales room to check things out for our November Christmas Bazaar. We moved tables around to check space and it was obvious I did not have the correct dimensions. Fortunately the space is bigger than I was given. The crew loved the space. There is plenty of room to move around. The drawback, like in so many older buildings — there are only four plugs. And since we want to decorate with Christmas lights, plugs would be terrific. It’s the little things that count. When people are happy, my job is easier.

So I got everyone situated, expanded space for a couple of people and ended up with no place for myself. I’ll find something. Maybe I’ll set up outside and catch the customers before they come in. Or maybe I’m just very selfless — ya, right!

Okay, I’m still ticked about Marias actions of Wednesday. It’s the follow up that is getting to me. I’ve lost track of the number of people asking why I left Maria. I’m about to scream. Telling them she didn’t come is counter-productive. It sounds like a phony defense. I hate being blamed for another’s forgetfulness. I hate even more defending myself against a lie. I did it once and have said nothing since. At least today I laughed about it. She was clever. She divested herself of responsibility. However, I have the sense that the tide is turning against her, She is beginning to sink deeper into negative poll numbers. This may have been her biggest error. Maybe that’s why I laughed. I might win this election yet.

I don’t really wish her ill. I would be thrilled just to see her know what she did, learn and change. I pray it happens.

I rented a good movie for tonight and had to keep forcing my eyes open. And I liked the movie. I often take a nap during the day. Didn’t happen today. I had supper, popped in the movie and my body said, shut your eyes, sleep. Since I like that command, I obeyed.

I plan to make the rounds of Saturday Farmers Markets tomorrow. I want to find some berries I can freeze. I love just about all kinds of berries on cereal, as a topping, in pancakes and even plain. My mother used to say if you keep eating those strawberries you’re going to turn into a strawberry. I can honestly say after a thorough study, she was wrong. However, I have the shape. I guess that means she was partially right.