The second craft show for the fall was held on Friday and Saturday. The weather wasn’t great. It was overcast all day Friday, raining by Friday evening, then rained all night Friday night and basically all day Saturday. The good part of that was the fact that we didn’t have children’s sports games as competition for the shoppers’ time. The bad part meant that if they didn’t have to go out anyway, many people just stayed in. Sales were off a good 50% compared to last year’s show. Ironically, the sun finally came out just as everyone was packing up to go home.
As I was loading the tables in the van yesterday, the show organizer came by with the snack cart. They were giving away the last of the brownies for free. She said they had plenty, so I snagged one for each of us at home. Then I made one last trip to the restroom before heading out. Sitting on a table in that front area was a really nice box that was EXACTLY the right size for placemats. (I carry a tape measure in my purse. I checked!) Finding containers for carrying placemats has turned into a fairly neat trick. The commerically available containers are generally about an inch too narrow or too short or much larger than needed with a good bit of wasted space. I assumed someone had left the box at first, but it had cleaning supplies in it. I asked the people at the church if they actually needed the box and they let me take it.
I was on the road by 10 to 6, which was a bit earlier than I’d expected to be out. Our previous packmaster was receiving his Wood Badge and the ceremony started at 6. I got there about 6:20 and was able to see the end of the ceremony. After that, I headed home and started unpacking the van.
When I finished there, I pulled the van into the garage. We have one of those “bumper” things that you drive over and stop to let you know that you’re in the garage but not too close to the front. It had scooted forward somewhat, so I had pushed it back before driving in. I drove in and turned the van off only to realize that I hadn’t actually gotten over the hump, but had stopped in front, so the van was actually sticking out of the garage. I went back to start it up again and move it forward….The van doesn’t start. All I can hear is a clicking sound coming from under the hood. I assumed it was something with the battery at first but Dave says it’s the starter. He suggested letting the van cool, so I’m going to try it again this morning.
Brownies, a perfect box, a ceremony I didn’t expect to make, and a van that doesn’t work. I’m just glad the darn thing waited until I got home to go out!
Quick update: It was the battery after all. I now have a new one, so I’m good to go!