After the Parade on Cherry Street the pace really picked up, which is what I like right?? It was almost like a wave coming to shore, I could see it coming...I tried to prepare....And away you go, ready or not.
Which brought me to Now, two weeks later. Tired, battered and somewhat frayed. And, vowing to plan better, to communicate more and to ask for help. In fact, to demand help.
The Mulberry street festival. A long hot day to remember. 200 artist set up in downtown Macon. Streets blocked, I had to get 7 Ford cars and trucks and 2 Panoz Esperante's in a safe place within the festival. First ,I had to wash them all, like it would do any good with the pollen erupting. Then, because all the artist were setting up there own areas, pre-positioned the vehicles near the area where I wanted to set up my display. Leaving them.(except the Esperante's of Course) Then I packed up all my gear, the water , the give-aways, the tent ect and all the little things you think you might need.
I started the day early, arriving at 6:30 am to arrange the cars without having to worry about too many people getting in the way. The I shot over and got the Esperant's out of the show room and ready to go. Amber met me at the dealership earlier than I expected and I was so grateful to get a head start on my time line. I do not think that Amber understands how much I value her help. Further, she does not realize that I just do not ask "anybody" for help. That I have to trust them and know that they will do a good job. Most people will do a good job, to any other person. But, I am sort of a freak and expect of myself and others a great job. I get let down a lot and it is my own fault, for I expect to much from those around me. They are not freaks like me. I have learned that Amber does a great job and I can let go and allow her to help. Sounds crazy huh?? "Allowing" someone to help. But, that's the way I am. I would rather do it myself, overburden my life with details that others could do if I would let them.
Back to the festival. A lot of people, a long, warm day. We got home at 7pm. More to come !
The Beehive I live in..
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