My second Saturday Farmers Market felt more relaxed and enjoyable. We layered our clothes, even though it was 50ish when we headed out at 8:30, not knowing how breezy it was downtown or how soon it would warm up. As soon as Cliff helped me set up, we were peeling off light jackets and about an hour later, off came the sweatshirts. Chamber of commerce weather all day. Last week I was told my premier site would change and I would set up in a not-so-choice spot. I realize the kinks have to be straightened out in the beginning so being a newbie, I was ready to play the game. But during the week, the site map changed again and I am back to my original premier spot. This is where I will be all season, right across from the English pastry lady, so we don't have to walk too far to eat her cookies, delectable cakes, and my favorite, "sticky ginger bars." It's interesting to hear the comments from people as they walk and shop. Today I sold the one and only baby bib that I whipped up yesterday afternoon, aprons, and toddler bucket hats. Now that I know bibs will sell, I'll make more before next Saturday. Also plan on making mesh produce bags and money aprons for the vendors. My sister and John suggested I make note cards from my art work so will play with that this week, too. This is much more fun than vacuuming.
Some days are full of doing tasks and chores that Cliff did for me. The floor wasn't that dirty but he enjoyed saying. "Guess I need to pull out the vacuum. I'm tripping over debris." I thanked him. Whenever I was in the kitchen trying out new recipes, making cookies or the double batch tapioca pudding for him, he was there beside (getting in my way sometimes) washing the utensils, pots/pans, cutting boards, drying them and putting everything back in their proper places only to have me take some things back out and reuse again. "I just washed that" he would state. He learned to ask if I were through with things before he cleaned up after me. I thanked him. He emptied the dishwasher when it was finished in such an orderly manner (getting in my way sometimes because I was also in the kitchen working but he wanted to be there with me). I thanked him. Every morning he made my bed reminding me of the order that the pillows needed to be placed. John&
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