Friday: lake association boat parade and picnic.
I forgot to take photos of the picnic food until people had started to leave. I provided the meat course (brats, Italian sausage, and appropriate condiments), eating paraphernalia, and beverages. Tables and canopy (and venue) were provided by another neighbor. The rest was pot luck. Many brownies were consumed with enthusiasm.
Meanwhile, Wife of Flag Shorts Guy puts an ice cube down the neck of a retired umpire.
Saturday: selling raffle tickets at craft fair.
My set-up. I sold over $500 worth of raffle tickets. Although Packer-Viking tickets have been an attractive draw in past raffles, the quilt got at least as much attention as the tickets this year. Success!
I asked her if it was okay to take a picture of her ring while she was putting her name and address on her raffle tickets. As I prepared to take the photo she leaned down so that she would be in the photo, too. Not camera shy, that one. (But she bought a book of five tickets, so I love her.)
She was the living, breathing incarnation of Maxine.
Not that there is anything wrong with that.
Sunday: another parade.
Kelly Westlund and me.
Something in the air on Saturday disagreed with me, or at least with my eyes. By the time I went to bed that night they were horribly swollen. I spent Sunday hiding behind sunglasses to cover them — didn't want to scare the dogs and children. Cold compresses, eye drops, and Benedryl for me again tonight.