The Fourth of July parade in Fairhaven, last Friday, did not disappoint. Fire trucks from surrounding communities, student marching bands, a giant puppet troupe and floats from local businesses. Everyone of them throwing candy and prizes to the kiddies.
My first weekend as Hair Traffic Controller went well. Great news, I don’t have to hawk or hard sell. I just take names and make sure the stream of customers is steady. I enjoy my job and it will certainly give me the opportunity to develop and practice some new customer service skills.
The crowds were a little thin, and I am told they were far thinner than usual. Negligible pre-show advertising, which included a desperate appeal for money on a crowd funding site, had customers confused as to whether the show was going to open or not. The owner was asking for 300k with an “all or no-open” condition. This was covered by local news stations. When he succeeded in raising only 14k, the news that he was going to open anyway, with “anonymous backers”, wasn’t covered as fervently.
Monday is our Saturday and I certainly needed the relaxation. We did a little shopping at the second hand store, moseyed around town, and found some decent snacking.
On Tuesday, we had some excitement in apple dumpling land. A breezy and sunny afternoon sprouted a storming deluge that dropped inches of water in winds gusting up to 50 miles an hour. In the middle of that chaos, while we were caulking the last of our apples with filling, the electricity went out.
We were down to our last two trays and I really didn’t want to leave them undone. I stood at my station near the alley door, goo gun racked in the crook of my left arm, apple in my right, and kicking the outside door open for light. With each blast of wind the door was slammed back shut, I would grab the next apple and kick open the door for more light. By the time we’d put the trays back in the cooler, the sickly green sky had begun fading to blue. It was all back to sun and singing birds.
Hrrmmmm. Bruno overheated while on a site seeing jaunt. We had to be towed in to the recommended local joint to get looked over. This auto, model year 1996, is so different from Bessie. Going from a simple engine in a large compartment to this complexly, twisted design shoved up under the dashboard was one of the few downsides to this change in living space. The engine actually has to be loosened and tilted forward just to change the spark plugs.