I am stunned at how easily I fell back into the requirements of show life. I could not be doing this without help, either from Beth or from the farm hands. But once my tables are set up, I'm good to go until the end.
I streamlined my set up completely. No poles to hold up the sign. It's pinned to the front of the table covering. There is Beth, unloading the family heirlooms to her table. We each had a decent day.
The front and back barn garage doors are open. Last week the cross breeze sent her paper lanterns flying. She resolved it by closing the back garage doors to within a few inches of the floor. Her lanterns were safe, but we sweltered. On packing out I suggested she find a way to secure the little devils this week, as we suffered dreadfully for her that day.
This Saturday was even warmer than last, and the current of air was pleasantly cool. All was well until a sudden gust sent the lanterns flying. Before she even collected them, the vendor stormed back to our door and hauled it to the floor.
That lasted as long as I could stand it. Before I put the door up, I did go over and tell her that if she put her lanterns in her left, in front of the closed door, and displayed her other items in her right, all would go well in future. For the time being, I suggested she go out to the drive and select a few large stones to put in the bottom of the lanterns to weight them down. Her best solution was closing the door. When I sweated, I opened it, and so we carried on for four hours.
I had an email this morning from the director asking me to switch with lantern lady. I agreed, and also told the director my solution of booth rearrangement or stone weights. I think lantern lady will have the same problem this coming weekend, and the door will be left up. On my authority.
Beth brought a lovely fist full of wild flowers, and a Stella de Oro.