Does anybody know what happens when a blogger gets up at 3:30 in the morning to work Saturday overtime, works said overtime, goes to an outdoor craft show to help a friend with a fundraiser, leaves for about an hour for a very sad reason, returns and attempts to help, and during this time takes a few walks across parking lots in the heat, one of which in dress shoes? As I say, when all this happens, do you know what you get? Anybody? Bueller?
You get a silly blog post is what you get.
The fundraiser booth was to benefit Sitrin’s Stars and Strips Run/Walk for veteran’s rehabilitation programs. I am part of Team Uncle Leo. We had a booth at the Craft Fair which was part of Ilion Days. We sold cold drinks, snacks and baked goods, and we had a Chinese auction type of raffle. The drawing for the raffle will take place in August, after a couple more fundraising tables at different events.
I was tired and hungry. After walking across a couple of parking lots to find a place to change out of my work clothes, I purchased some chips and two cookies from Team Uncle Leo. Then I got a Gator Ade. Must stay hydrated after all. We sold a few baked goods and raffle tickets. I am not what you would call a persuasive salesperson, but I tried. Then again, when you offer yummy cookies and tempting raffle items (several local businesses were generous with gift cards) for a good cause, people will often make a purchase.
Oh dear, I had not meant to write about all this. I had meant to mention it briefly in the first paragraph and go on to a cooking post (cooking with wine, of course). After second guessing myself that far, I am now third guessing myself and wondering if I ought to include the previous two sentences at all. This is what happens when I have a busy day that includes spending a lot of time outdoors in the heat and humidity.
Where was I? Ah yes, wondering if I ought to mention the sad reason that took me away from the fundraiser and into a dress and the closest I get to high heels. It was calling hours for the father of a friend. It was a very sad occasion. I never met him but felt I knew him from hearing my friend’s stories about him and seeing pictures on Facebook. He was a wonderful, inspirational man who overcame many obstacles and loved his family very much.
It was in a somber mood, then, that I returned to the fundraiser. I walked across different parking lots looking for a place to change this time. It seems I am not as familiar with that section of Ilion as I thought I was, because the business I was going for was further away than I had envisioned. Thank heaven I wore my wedge-heeled clogs instead of my patent leather pumps (I almost never wear those pumps).
I think we raised some good money for Uncle Leo and veteran’s rehabilitation, although I don’t have a total. I know my friend was happy I had made it to the calling hours, as of course was I. I was grateful that the fundraising table was in the shade of a canvas cover plus a few trees. All in all, more good things today than bad.
Except, I guess, for my blog post.
Sorry, friends. Amongst the heat, humidity and everything, my brain is a mushy lump of I don’t know what (and it was that way BEFORE I started cooking with wine, so just wipe that superior smirk off your face!) (you know who you are). Then again, I’m not feeling too bad for a Scattered Saturday. I hope you are all enjoying your weekend.
Mohawk Valley Girl 