Well, we had a pretty good day at the Wasilla Market yesterday.
We sold about a third of our inventory, mostly the mid-range stuff, which is far better than we thought we'd do. We made a tiddy sum and were pretty dammed happy with the whole thing. But by the time I got home I was starting to feel like I had just returned from a scouting mission up the Shaat al Arab. I had enough energy left to sit on the couch for an hour and watch a little History Channel and the Olympics daily summary on the news channel and not much else. Ten hours of interfacing with customers just drained the life right out of me.
I'm still feeling tired this morning, I'd have gone to bed earlier last night but I was waiting for a call from my wife. She flew out of Anchorage yesterday, headed to Juneau. And this morning she's on her way to Ketchikan, where she'll catch a float plane to this place. Technically this is a business trip. Technically. The company she works for sends a couple of their most valuable customers to the Boardwalk Lodge every year and Becky is going along as the company's rep. She loves fishing and she deserves it, she does. It's a week of fly fishing and gourmet food at one of the best lodges in the world. It's the Mecca of sportsman the world over. And she's getting paid to go.
Jealous? Me? You have no idea. Seriously. Bald faced, green eyed envy - that's me.
Beastly, the kid, and I intend to eat cheese burgers and macaroni and cheese for the next week in protest. We'll probably go to strip clubs and get tattoos as well. Oh, yes, I'm just a wee bit jealous.
I've got to run into Anchorage and pick my wife's jeep up from the airport. So, I'll be gone for a couple of hours. When I get back I'll get out pictures and email to those folks I owe bowl stuff to. And I'll put up a post with our remaining inventory.
Back in a bit, don't touch anything while I'm gone.