So sleep hasn’t really been a thing for me lately. Yay last event of the year plus work thing coming up next week (this week? some week) that I’m excited for plus new book plus just being me.
If I can get to sleep, great. I will sleep until some foolish person or creature wakes me. The bad part is, if it’s 4am or later, I am then just awake.
Period.
None of the tricks work at that point. And taking a sleep aid is a terrible plan at 4am if you need to be up and moving at 6am.
All this to explain as to why I was so nonplussed to be awake at 4am yesterday morning. I knew we had to get up at 6 so we could pack up and be out the door by 7 so we could get breakfast and be in Edgewood for setup by 8.
With a sigh, I resolved to at least rest if not sleep, so that I could be of clear mind and tranquil spirit while dealing with the fun of a vendor day. Let me be clear, I do enjoy getting the chance to get out and talk to people and see what they think of our work and see their reactions. Edgewood Celtic is a smaller event, so there’s even time to chat with the organizers and other vendors to see what events they’ve been doing well with so I can start charting out next year’s calendar.
But when you haven’t slept really well in about a week, and you’re heading an hour away to where the temperature is roughly 35 degrees.. well, the glamour and sparkle of vending is somewhat lost.
Up we go, set up we are, with Mike Rowe’s new audiobook and Blake’s breakfast burritos for company. Yes, it was FREAKIN cold, but that’s why I have a pair of Bearpaws and 3 layers on.
The event itself was great… we were near the music stage, which means there was always something to tap your foot to, and yes, they did sing the one about what a Scotsman wears beneath his kilt. I think it may be illegal to have a gathering with bagpipes without that and Amazing Grace happening at some point.
I think it’s sad they neglect the Ball of Kerrymuir though. If you’re gonna go risque…
One of the other things I like about Celtic Fest are the dogs.. corgis and wolfhounds and skye terriers and shelties.. puppage puppage everywhere, and I’m a huge child who just has to coo at them all.
And that’s where our conversation happened.
Me- Look at him! /points discreetly at a terrier with legs so short it doesn’t seem like they exist, only feet under a flowing poof of silky hair- His legs are sooooo short!
Rick- It’s always the ones with the super short legs.. it’s almost like.. /grins at me
Me, eyeing him warily- Almost like what?
Rick, demurring but eventually answering- Almost like you identify with them for some reason.
A little later-
Me- Aw, look at the wolfhound! Don’t you want a big guy like that hanging out, just chill and saying ‘hey’.
Rick- I don’t think that lady could stop him if he wanted to take off running after something.
Me- I don’t think you could stop him if he wanted to take off running after something.
Rick, snorting- And our sleeping situation barely works with the three we have.
Me- WE NEED A BIGGER BED!
Curiouser and Curiouser 