26 November 2007
As if to mock us, the day dawned bright, sunny and cloudless. The sky was that amazingly beautiful shade of blue that even Crayola never quite captured perfectly. The sun on our skin was warm and comforting, the shade was chilly and a constant reminder of how miserable we’d been for three days. Mary shared a clever joke with us this morning . . . “what do you call a beautiful day after two days of solid rain? Monday.” Yep, Monday.
And Packing Monday at that. My two wonderful guys were ready and at it by nine a.m. We plowed right through the packing of the booth, and by about 2 p.m., I let Garry go home to do his own packing, and Mary and Donny were done and gone by about 3 p.m. I had set a goal for myself to be on the road before dark . . . I figured five or six o’clock. So, I kept after it, and did pretty well. After working a whole (somewhat frustrating, from what I could tell) day from our living space in the booth, Kyle helped with the last of the moving of benches and trash cans and the like, and we locked up and pulled away at 4:58 p.m. I was very proud of myself!
By the way, thanks, Terrill, for allowing Kyle to be with me this weekend, and work remotely on Monday. It was a much appreciated gift!
Another TRF season is behind us. A bizarre season of ups and downs all in the wrong places! And, of course, the official news that TRF will now determine its opening date by counting backward eight weekends from Thanksgiving weekend. Next year, 11 October. Never again will we have the luxury of a long, relaxing Thanksgiving weekend, or a free weekend between faire and Dickens on the Strand. <sigh>
Since we were driving home and it wasn’t yet dark, I finally had the opportunity to stop and take some photos of this old derelict house that stands right beside the road in the little town of Anderson. We’ve been watching it for years, empty, deteriorating a little more all the time. I used to think that someone should by it and fix it up and love it. Houses need love. But, this year, I noticed on my first trip down, that it was far more dilapidated than ever before. And while very sad, it is so obviously beyond any hope of repair, that I began to think of it as a photo opportunity that might not last another season. Surely someone will decide soon that this broken down building must go completely before it falls on top of some curious kids. So, Kyle pulled over and I got out and shot a couple dozen photos, only some of which came out very well, ’cause I was almost out of daylight. But, this one I’ve chosen for my daily photo shows the battered nature of the house, and conveys pretty well that decay is the victor here and nature is taking back this little plot of land.