The Weekend After

After a week of not feeling tops, this weekend was pretty much a bust. I unloaded more from my car, but am still not done. I washed many loads of laundry, and put away all my art stuff I took to Pennsic. I tried, operative word TRIED, to make a pair of earrings. I just couldn't make any I really liked. I think I need to go back to sewing for a while, my jewelry making needs a rest. I am posting a pic of my sister's sunflowers along with a few more pennsic pics. Kris's husband Don is amazing with anything plantlike. These flowers are typical of his prowess. The view of Pennsic with the sky turning from blue to black was on packout day, and indicative of why my sunshade was ripped out of the ground and broken across my tent ridgepole. High winds. Really strong gusts. Oh well, every year has its weather issues, and this was less bad than it could have been. Certainly not the worst I have seen. The 4th year I went (this was my 18th) I had a tent ripped to shreds, and the 2nd, the same tent had floated on a river of runnoff. One year it was so hot the battles were cancelled left and right, no one wanted roasted fighter brains, and one year was really cold at night, in the 40s. So why do I do this, you ask? Friends, fun, and SHOPPING! Okay, really the whole thing is fun, the weather issues just don't get to me. Somehow after doing geology in Nebraska with tornadoes and storms and snow, none of the Pennsic stuff bothers me too much. Well, maybe the year we sat in the courtyard watching the little green twisters forming and unforming above us...