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sleepwalker41

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Jun 28, 2013 08:59

So it seems I turned 50 in April. It didn't even hurt. In fact, I think 40 was a bigger deal. And that was no big deal. Obviously I haven't been on fire to pen my thoughts about the whole thing, since all these many weeks have passed.

( Oh, but read on )

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eretria June 29 2013, 07:53:56 UTC

Oh, dear, that doesn't sound like the most positively memorable birthday week.

Are you feeling a little better now? More relaxed? Less exhausted?
What had me perking my ears up: Farmers Market? The one in Brighton? Are there pictures? What are you selling?

And, hey? I admit I smiled, so let me say this: Don't start getting too zen. A good primal scream every now and again is soul-cleansing. :o)

sleepwalker41 July 1 2013, 22:39:51 UTC

The Farmers' Market I had intended on taking part in is the small one in Hartland just 3 miles east of us. Over the winter/spring months, I checked out different kinds of packaging/containers, found out how to print labels with office software, took a Cottage Food Law course and wrote up ingredient lists for the various baked goods I figured I could make (cinnamon rolls, peanut butter rolls, chocolate sweet rolls, cinnamon bread, lebkuchen, butterhorns, etc.). Trouble is: since the markets began in May, I have not had one Saturday where I would have had the time to prepare items, the energy to do so, or even a free Saturday with nothing going on where I could have set up at the market. The funny thing about having a job where I work every other weekend is that every open weekend is taken up with some other kind of plan :). I just blithely assumed I'd be able to prepare things in the mornings after work and then bake and package all Friday night into Saturday morning, and then go set up for the 9 to 1 market. It hasn't worked out yet. ( ... )

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sleepwalker41 July 5 2013, 14:30:30 UTC

Yeah, I was pretty much under the influence of stress. That was just a sort of epicenter of frustrating/bad things there. I am in the middle of a long Independence Day weekend right now, and other than assembling and hauling a picnic supper for 11 last night at Greenfield Village (remember our visit there in 2001, with the reconstructed historical homes and locomotives in the big wheelhouse?), and getting a double batch of butterhorn pastries baked for the Reinert family reunion in Frankenmuth tomorrow, things are quite relaxed and low-key right now. We have a camping trip up north (near the Mackinaw Bridge) coming up in about 2 weeks, too. Life is good :)