We have just three transactions left to complete the items from the silent auction! And they should all finish up today which means no more phone calls and no more festival details. On Wednesday we went for a walk in Susana Park and stared disbelieving at the space where a beaver festival used to be. The fish tank and many tents were all gone, there was nothing on the stage, and Amy’s lovely chalk mural was mostly faded into remnants, like the lost mosaic of some ancient Greek temple. We could just make out some teeth, and part of a wing.
But it looked mostly like melted ice cream on pavement.
I heard yesterday from the ice cream artist who had been out of commission for a few days. She said she had been understandably exhausted after the festival so she and her husband dropped everything and went backpacking in the Sierras. (!) When I commented on the paradox of being exhausted and going backpacking she explained that it wasn’t physical exhaustion she felt after her two day effort. It was mental exhaustion because she was trying to get everything just right so hard for so long.
Which I totally understand.
