Another Successful Saturday Sale

We had over 29 visits from good neighbors, early-bird customer, late-bird customer, cool biker, Franklin College grads, close friend, dance instructor, teacher, etc.

I got to hula hoop, sit on a Ninja Kawasaki, catch up with old friends, hear about the magic of a miter saw, discuss the merit (or lack thereof) of Trump's immigration policy, feel the rain, and much more.

It was a steady flow of people, which allowed me to talk to everyone who came to our stand. I loved it. My voice, not so much, but to that, I'm reminded of my Asian parents' advice, "be tough. You'll get over it." It's an advice that used to frustrate me to no end, but I now embrace. It's funny how I start to resemble my parents more and more as I grow older. Parental guidance just creeps up on you.

Another successful and exhausting day. We sold out almost everything. Given the rainy weather, it was a great turnout.

The new tent continued to make me feel like a Khan, except besides the tent, this Khan had to go and fetch bread and water himself everytime he was hungry. He had no servant. It's probably better for him that way.