You remember the Bill 'n Ted Scream? They go into it and hold it for almost a minute screentime, punctuating the scream with a couple looks at each other in the very midst? I just did that with my cat.
And while Bill 'n Ted did it out of sheer terror, I'm doing it out of a mixture of elation, stress and a little bit of terror. For tomorrow, my friends, the Circus Is Coming To Town.
I should have taken warning when Courtney Hight, Regional Manager from the national campaign, landed in Eugene last week. Now, don't misunderstand me, she's lovely and her presence has given our local grassroots group a shot in both arms and the croup, and frankly I'm thrilled that things are finally HAPPENING. But ya gotta understand my position here:
Saturday Market is coming up the first weekend in April, and I have inventory to produce. Unlike most of Saturday Market's vendors, I don't have a family to lend hands to it so furnishing and stocking an 8x8' booth entirely with handcrafted goods from scratch, is entirely on my shoulders.
Furthermore, the HORSE SHOW SEASON is starting next weekend with the NW Horse Fair & Expo and I'm embroiled in a breed presentation. My job is to create the stall and hospitality decorations, plus I have to practice on my horse Meritage and get our riding pattern and my cues down. He's a wonderful, patient, loving boy, but he's a horse. Have you ever tried balancing on top of a 1300-pound beast while it attempts to dance with four feet? Anyway, I have to schedule my practice time between training sessions, because my trainer is getting two girls ready to ride him in the Regional circuit and the Nationals this summer/fall. (Yep, the Nationals are two big weeks before the election...fuuuuuuunnnnn...)
All this, and the bloody Circus is coming to town...tomorrow!
Bye-bye, Oestara.
No more writing. I have my work cut out for me. Volunteers meeting in an hour and a half and I have a MILLION things to do...
I'll report back on the other side of the river, assuming I survive...
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