Mother Nature vs. Murphy's Law

aka The Weekend From Hell

As stated in the previous post,  this weekend

was our neighborhood rummage sale.  Our area

is in a drought (just look at the grass, it is brown

and crunchy) and when the flier arrived in our

mailbox I jokingly said, "hey, if we have a rummage

sale at least we know it will rain!"

Murphys should never say such things...

On Thursday afternoon as we were setting up, the

temperature reached 106 degrees F.  On Friday it was

another scorcher and we decided we would close for

the day at 3pm.  At 2:55 Brennan came to the studio

and said it was starting to drizzle.  By 3pm, Katie,

Brennan and I were holding corners of the tarp above

and it was just about taking us airborne.  This was a

wild storm, people's roofs were blown off and tractor

trailers were flipped over on the interstate.  I ran and got

my "Tom Ridge plastic" ~ remember when the former

director of Homeland Security told us to buy plastic and

duct tape to protect ourselves?  Well, this seemed as good

a time as any to use it.  We covered tables and wrapped the

edges with duct tape to keep the plastic in place.

We were soaked to the skin.

Later in the evening, I was the only one left at home and I

went outside and dried everything off and set up the tarp,

then cover it all up with plastic and thought, it hasn't rained

in weeks, surely it can't storm again before tomorrow.

Murphys should never think such things...

When I woke up on Saturday morning, Mr. Wonderful said

the power is out, it must have been from the storm last night.

STORM??!!  I slept right through it.  And it was bad.

We all went outside and were discussing whether we should

call it a day and send anything salvageable to the thrift store,

when a guy in a sports car pulls up and buys 2 sheet sets, I

told him they were a little damp but he said that was ok.

We decided the show must go on and dried everything off,

and set up the tarp...

We had a fun day visiting with our neighbors and having

friends stop by and by the time we closed up and cleaned

up and sent all the excess to the thrift shop we were just

about on fire, and we still had no electricity.  I got into a

cool bath and I'm sure I sizzled as I went in.

Just as we were about to go out for the evening, the power

finally came back on.  I am happy to state I have had my

last garage sale ~ I will never do this again.

As a reward for such a tough weekend we treated

ourselves to Chill Cherry and

we got to see fireworks on the way home.

Next weekend, we plan to have fun!