T minus six and counting. We’ve entered the “Cancelling for personal reasons” grisly period. In the past two days I’ve had three people I was counting on tell me they couldn’t make the festival because of various personal reasons. I can only imagine more will follow. There is a certain time before the big day that I don’t even want to answer my phone or check my email because I know it will be about somebody cancelling.
Let go – Let Beaver I always say!
Yesterday we brought down all the items for the silent auction and made sure they were indexed and had bid sheets. What a lot of beautiful things we have been given! And how insane it feels to try and count them all. Just try to imagine the conversation where one says “Wait, do you mean the print of the beaver ballerina or the beaver on a sled?”.
Today Ben stops by to pick up some of his books and tomorrow Deidre and Leslie come over to tag everything for the silent auction. In the meantime there are last minute details to take care of, like making a sign for the old park saying “Hey you came to the wrong place, drive 8 blocks south up Castro Street for the Beaver Festival!”
Jon is checking the weather like a madman because we vainly hope that it will not be higher than 85 because of Amy’s very important job. Fingers crossed.
