Fall Fair

Yesterday was a mostly beautiful day.  I found one geocache on my way to Shannon's house in Vernon and was tempted to spend the entire afternoon meandering outdoors.  Once I arrived I was tempted to spend the entire afternoon sewing.  The fire in the gas fireplace was comforting, the sun shining in the expansive windows was mood-lifting, I had a stash of gorgeous fabrics, the tools I needed, and time to quilt. I did sort some of those delightful batiks into piles ready to sew another day.
Instead of either of those options I spent the afternoon chopping onions for perogies, making frosting for one of the two cakes Shannon made, admiring the 3 or 4 loaves of bread she made, and visiting.  We had fun - but we were working - both of us - like we worked last weekend at OKAA for a football tournament.  Last night we tried to sell the food we made.  There are 41 burgers left over for hot lunch at PVCA next week and two deck pans full of perogies, onions, and sour cream  for hot lunch at OKAA. Shannon bought back one of the loaves of bread she made - but at least the cakes sold to someone else.

Welcome to the Fall Fair, a venue for bake sales, food tables, and games.  A venue for people who work all week to bring lots of homemade food and then pay to take the food home again.  I'm not really bitter, but I am tired.  There must be a smarter way to earn money for playground equipment and future mission trips. (Which are themselves a chance to pay extra money to work hard in an exotic location!)

Life is still good, but today I am not going to work on school things.