I’m starting to get nervous, it’s 11am I haven’t blogged yet and I just got into my studio. It’s not like I slept late, I answered my emails, packed up some potholders for shipping then Jon and I went to town. First to the post office then to distribute the flyers I made last night for the Bedlam Farm Open House. I put a poster on the bulletin board at the Post Office and over heard a woman telling Wendy about how she was cleaning out her Aunts house. The Aunt had lived through the Depression, she saved everything. Drawers filled with tiny stacks of used nail files with rubberbands around them. Closets stuffed with coats, a tissue in every pocket, and a tooth pick in every purse. Once in line the woman ahead of me told of her near death experience and how she now preaches to live every day as if it’s your last. She was on her way to a week long vacation.
On to Battenkill Books where I walked in the front door and almost stepped on a bunch of kids sitting on the floor for summer reading hour. Startled, I turned around and walked out without leaving a flyer for the window. The Bulletin Board at the bank was filled up. I stood in front of it for what seemed like hours trying to decide how to fit my flyer in without covering up someone else’s flyer. The Library was closed. At the Cambridge Co-0p I showed the flyer to Kim, (she called me just a few minutes before to tell me she finished assembling my potholders for the show) who promised to come over on Saturday with her sewing machine to get her set up for Sunday and her scarf demos. I easily found an open spot on the Co-op Bulletin Board to pin my flyer, whoosh… things were getting better. On the way back, Jon braved the bookstore and the kids and left a couple of flyers for Connie to put in her window. Then to Kim’s house to pick up the potholders. Alex, Kim and Jacks giant yellow Lab came running out the door to greet me and I handed Jack the check in exchange for the pink shopping bag of potholders. Jon and Jack talked air conditioners as I peaked in the pink bag, oh don’t they look pretty! Thank you Kim.
Back in the driveway I moan, “Do you think I have enough time to do everything?” “Don’t do this,” Jon says, “it’s a choice, It’s the old fear.” Yes, didn’t I just read something about that. Wasn’t I just saying to Jon, after reading his blog this morning, “Remember how we used to be afraid all the time?” So, that feeling under my skin, like a moth darting around a light bulb at night, that’s the old stuff. Shake it off and turn the fear to excitement, this Sunday is going to be fun.