Bob and I set up at the Oneida Farmer’s Market today for the first time. We had extra help as Rob’s Aryana is spending three days with us.
It was cool today, not hot and sweaty. Just right for us.
Aryana found a friend early in our time at the market.
She kept telling people she had 25 cats at home (meaning our barn cats which number about 10).
I took this photo of Ary holding this cat switching from another that was owned by two little girls. I told Bob I was sending the photo to Rob. Bob said, “Tell Rob Aryana got the cat really cheap,” knowing a kitten was the last thing Rob needed. (Bob’s sense of humor was showing.)
Rob said, “Haha. Very funny.”
A gaggle of little girls over-loved the two cats until they hid under the car of the owner–the girls’ mother wasn’t worried. The cats eventually came out at the end of the market.
A fun day was had by all, well, maybe not by the two cats so much.
It was Farmer’s Market Tuesday again today–only two more left for our season. It rained when we were setting up so didn’t hall out everything. First set up one table, but left books in the car. Eventually, the rain stopped and we brought out my books for sale.
No more rain came, but a cold breeze buffeted our canopy. Bob and I put on sweatshirts.
I debated about using the port-o-potty but finally had to give in.
I know this one is well kept up, so didn’t worry about the smell. What I did worry about was dropping something down into the blue mixture below.
I took off my sunglasses and glasses. I took my keys, my purse, my phone and gave them to Bob along with any change in my pocket. My jacket I left behind. I wasn’t taking any chances.
Nothing was dropped and soon I was back at our booth reloading my pockets. Port-o-potties have their uses, but I always make mine a quick stop.