Rainy Weekend Dampens Sales

Dear Santa:  All I want for Christmas is for all rainy days to fall on Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday.  I guess I should have sent that message before this past weekend.

I worked the auction on Friday and it rained the whole time.  Sales were about half of what they’ve been the past few weeks.

Saturday, was the JMU-William & Mary game and it poured all morning during setup and rained off and on during the game.  Eventhough the game was extremely important for JMU, there were quite a few empty seats and our sales were off about 35%.  By the way, JMU won and wrapped up the Colonial Athletic Conference title and with a win next Saturday at Towson should have home field advantage for the playoffs.  That would give Big Red as many as three extra games.

Peggy was missing in action Saturday as she is recovering from some minor surgery on Wednesday so I had Chuck help again.  And again, he did a fabulous job.  I will definetly find ways to us him more in the future.

I’m still trying to get over the crud my sister gave me.  Of course, two days in the rain and cold didn’t help matters any and I put off my planned trip again.  I’m still afraid of taking these stupid germs into Jason’s household.  So my visit with the grandchildren will have to wait.

I stayed at Peggy’s for the weekend and enjoyed her grandson, Kagen.  In the past three days, he has managed to:  1. erase and retape his own greeting message on the phone; 2. open Microsoft Works on the computer and save a file; and 3.  climb up on the kitchen counter and fill the coffee cannister with coffee without spilling one single ground.  The attached picture is not the best quality because I had to snap it from my phone, but I thought you had to see it to believe it.

Last night, Allison (Peggy’s daughter) fixed lasagna and one of the cats jumped up on the coffee table and began licking Ranch dressing from Peggy’s salad.  Kagen came running over shaking his finger at the cat saying, “No.  Don’t do that.”    Not bad for a kid that up until them had only said, “Good job” (everytime he does something whether good or bad), and “Kit Cat” for any of the six cats he’s around.

What’s going to happen when he reaches the terrible twos?  That’s still six months or so away.

I’m not sure what is going to happen for the winter.  I lost out on my bid for UVA’s John Paul Jones Arena which would have been great.  And I’m not sure what the future will bring for my Walmart’s with their recent change in policy.  Does head south for the winter have an interesting ring?

I’ll let you know.