A friend (who makes jewelry) and I have been doing craft shows together for a couple of years now. We recently applied for a farmers' market that runs the last Saturday of the month, April through October.
Turns out, they don't want either one of us.
I'm okay with it (not like I don't have anything to do if I'm not doing a farmers' market!
), but my friend is taking it kind of hard.
Did any of you see the news about the monster storm in Colorado this weekend? The one that included a 50-car pile-up on Interstate 25 with burning semis?
I got to drive in that storm twice going to a craft show.
The worst one was Friday night. I had gone down that afternoon to set up, and the storm started a bit south of Denver while I was there. It was the most white-knuckled trip I've ever had. It was snowing really hard, which made visibility slim to none, but drivers in Denver, well, they usually drive like they have completely lost their minds. Never seems to occur to these brain-bereft folks that if it's snowing so hard the lines for lanes can't be seen, perhaps slowing down would be advisable.
By Saturday morning, although it was snowing just as hard, folks seemed to have realized that driving slow was a good thing. Still couldn't see the road lines, but even though we were all kind of lackadaisical about where the lanes were, everyone was okay with that. (And I saw two cars on their roofs in the median, and one slid off in a ditch.) And Saturday night, after the show, the drive was much less stressful. Still places down in Denver where the roads were snow-packed and icy, but once I got clear of Denver, pretty much smooth sailing.
The worst thing that has happened this weekend is that my dad died this morning.
He's been having some health issues, and had gone to the hospital Thursday for some issues with a recurrent bacterial infection. He had a heart attack early Friday morning. Early Sunday morning, the hospital called my mom and sister (they live in Florida) to tell them either my dad had, or was having, another "cardiac episode". They called back later to say he was gone.
My mom and sister are going to be contacting a funeral home in Florida tomorrow. My family is originally from Arkansas, and my dad wanted to be buried there. That's also where the funeral will be, with a memorial service in Florida afterwards.
Soon as the arrangements for the funeral are made, I'll be making arrangements to go to Arkansas, then back to Florida for the memorial. I don't know how long I'll be staying.
My sister and I (and I'm sure my mother as well) have been expecting this for a while, but it's still hard. My parents had been married for more than 50 years.
Anita