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edenfallingNext weekend is the annual church recycling sale. (That would be a garage sale, rummage sale, or yard sale to non-Ithacans -- Ithaca being Ithaca and UUs being UUs, we must use idiosyncratic terminology for everything *sigh* I always say 'garage sale' unless I am pointedly thinking about getting the words right, because the church I grew up in had a garage sale. Even though it was not in a garage.)
Anyway, the point is that we have been collecting donations since early July and today we finally started setting up the big items downstairs in the sanctuary and the coffee hour room, which had previously been kept clear for summer services and occasional weddings. We also hauled around lots of things that had been stored in rooms that were not their ultimate points of sale.
I volunteered for set-up this year (but not sorting, which will take place during this week) which meant I hauled around tables, card tables, clothing racks, assorted random furniture (that had to be put out of the way or it would get sold by accident -- seriously, not even taping 'not for sale' signs will stop determined customers from buying whatever they damn well want to), bags of clothes, five cartloads of shoes, hangers, signs and signposts, random housewares that had been left in the clothing room... basically, I was pegged as 'can lift heavy items' and set to playing fetch-and-carry all over the building. Which is fine; better me than a senior citizen!
But that is two hours of hard labor in a very hot and airless building, so I was sweating like a pig when I finished at 1:30pm. I wore a skirt rather than pants (on the theory that skirts provide slightly more ventilation), but that's like the difference between 95 degrees and 93 degrees -- technically there, but practically meaningless. So I went straight to work and spent the two hours until I was on-shift sitting in the blessedly air-conditioned back room, drinking a cold Coke and reading a book about raising twins. (That is, incidentally, research for my planned Femgenficathon story about Jadis and her sister, but it doubles as research for a very old original novel idea that was stalled for lack of an overarching plot to pull the various incidents together and provide momentum toward an ending... and I finally figured the plot gimmick out tonight while cleaning coffee pots, so yay! It took me forever -- what, thirteen years? fourteen? maybe only nine since I decided Tab owes the dragon an open-ended favor -- but I got there!)
Other stuff I did today: counted some of next week's inventory list and wrote up orders to phone in tomorrow (I like to get a jump on that on Sunday nights, since weekdays are often crazier than expected); bought a small two-piece endtable, the smaller section of which fits perfectly into the narrow gap between my bed and dresser, thus allowing me to put a tissue box within easy reach for the next time I have a cold (hey, it will happen; I might as well be prepared!); and paid my credit card bills, getting back on top of my receipts for the first time since my move (yay!).
Anyway, the point is that we have been collecting donations since early July and today we finally started setting up the big items downstairs in the sanctuary and the coffee hour room, which had previously been kept clear for summer services and occasional weddings. We also hauled around lots of things that had been stored in rooms that were not their ultimate points of sale.
I volunteered for set-up this year (but not sorting, which will take place during this week) which meant I hauled around tables, card tables, clothing racks, assorted random furniture (that had to be put out of the way or it would get sold by accident -- seriously, not even taping 'not for sale' signs will stop determined customers from buying whatever they damn well want to), bags of clothes, five cartloads of shoes, hangers, signs and signposts, random housewares that had been left in the clothing room... basically, I was pegged as 'can lift heavy items' and set to playing fetch-and-carry all over the building. Which is fine; better me than a senior citizen!
But that is two hours of hard labor in a very hot and airless building, so I was sweating like a pig when I finished at 1:30pm. I wore a skirt rather than pants (on the theory that skirts provide slightly more ventilation), but that's like the difference between 95 degrees and 93 degrees -- technically there, but practically meaningless. So I went straight to work and spent the two hours until I was on-shift sitting in the blessedly air-conditioned back room, drinking a cold Coke and reading a book about raising twins. (That is, incidentally, research for my planned Femgenficathon story about Jadis and her sister, but it doubles as research for a very old original novel idea that was stalled for lack of an overarching plot to pull the various incidents together and provide momentum toward an ending... and I finally figured the plot gimmick out tonight while cleaning coffee pots, so yay! It took me forever -- what, thirteen years? fourteen? maybe only nine since I decided Tab owes the dragon an open-ended favor -- but I got there!)
Other stuff I did today: counted some of next week's inventory list and wrote up orders to phone in tomorrow (I like to get a jump on that on Sunday nights, since weekdays are often crazier than expected); bought a small two-piece endtable, the smaller section of which fits perfectly into the narrow gap between my bed and dresser, thus allowing me to put a tissue box within easy reach for the next time I have a cold (hey, it will happen; I might as well be prepared!); and paid my credit card bills, getting back on top of my receipts for the first time since my move (yay!).
