We arrived and set up as usual, but this time Ken went home on Monday night to tend to the farm and stand, leaving me to fend for myself. This was not a big deal, and actually I looked forward to having plenty of time to make the trip back and forth to see the apple of my eye, or rather, apples, as the case may be.
As set up was complete and I was NOT, I repeat NOT IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM this time around going to shop Brimfield the day before the New England Motel field opened (mostly because I broke my pinky toe while setting up, and no... I didn't take pictures of the colorful spectacle), I left early in the morning to go spend the day with Melanie and Celia, which was so much more fun!
I had decided beforehand that Celia should start to understand that there is a 'Nana' behind the 'Nikon' and they are actually separate entities. In other words, this is not what Nana really looks like...
and even THIS is not what Nana looks like...
so I left the camera in its case most of the time...
...I said, MOST of the time...
...but it did somehow sneak it out for a little train playing
mostly because of the bizarre cell phone thing going on in the background
(more bars).
And the kid is kinda cute, too!
Oh, look...she wants to share with Nikon Nana.
So I guess, the concept of Nana not having a 'Nikon Nose' got lost in the message somewhere.
But my girl doesn't care. She's going to share with me anyway!
Every evening when the show closed, I made the trip to eat a wonderful dinner prepared by Melanie (I got spoiled!) and to visit with them and catch a little time with Celia before bedtime. Twice Melanie and Celia (and on Sunday, Steve) made the trek to the show.
(This part of the post is specifically for Pop Pop Buddy, who feels that Celia needs to have more one-on-one time with dirt.)
You tawkin' to me???
You tawkin' to me???
You tawkin' to me???
Step off, tough girl! You can't pull it off for long!
Especially when you're chanting, "upeee."
(Look at the leg!)
Saturday night, the remnants of one hurricane or another came rolling through Brimfield and at 10:00 pm, I discovered the lane behind our camper (which is behind our display tent), which normally looks like this:
was a river of water 10 inches deep, and it was already flowing under the blue table where I store extra product. Panic city!
I quickly opened the back of the tent and started pulling soaking wet boxes out from under the table and getting them to safety on top of the 'floor' tarp in the tent.
Then I took a peek out of the front of the tent, which usually looks like this:
The water was a foot away from entering the front of the tent. I got my hammer and pulled all of the spikes out of the floor and grabbed extra tarps to shove underneath, creating a bowl out of my floor.
Adrenaline is an amazing thing! I transferred a ton of glassware from all over the tent to the safety of the large enclosed bookcase in the center of the tent, and then singlehandedly shoved the furniture to the middle of the floor. When I finished (2-1/2 hours later), the water was already flowing in from all sides.
By the time I took these pictures in the morning, I was too bummed to capture all angles of this mess...
but, rest assured, there's just more of the same on the other side of the bookcase.
The whole time this was going on, I kept wondering...where is everyone else??? Snug in their beds apparently, so plenty of them had devastating loses, while I sustained no damage whatsoever.
My biggest conundrum was how to get my display back to the way it should be, but thanks to kindhearted neighbors, who carried the furniture for me once I cleaned and secured my floor, I was able to get everything looking just like it did before the storm hit and open for the final day of the show...
so I could sell one lamp!
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