Something different

Song of the day: “Dream a little dream” by the Beautiful South. Again. I do love it, so it’s not a bad thing.

Well…been back from the Wednesday market for a few hours. I didn’t much like it…it’ll probably become less bad once I get used to it, but let’s be honest, despite the lack of traffic at Funny Beach, I prefer the place to this one.
So let me paint a picture of the Benalmadena market for you. It is basically in the middle of the town, a big park with bare trees (darn winter) and concrete paths along which the vendors have their booths.
Seeing as the stand we had today is officially of an acquaintance we were in a nice spot. Very central on the main crossing of the park’s paths. A plus is we can park right there, so there’s no hauling over big distances. Setting up went relatively fast because of that.
As for visitors…apparently for this market it was a quiet day, while for us it seemed to incredibly busy. More than enough people walking around, lots of “oh how pretty” and “how much is this one” but about the same amount of sales as usual. How’s that for weird, eh? Hundreds of people instead of dozens, and still no more sales.
Did have lots of nice chats. I spoke with another vendor, a nice Irish fella, for quite some time. He told how he’d been here in Spain for years, and how if he ever had to go back home he’d be screwed, because he and his wife would get no help whatsoever. While if he’d be from some third world country, the government would throw money at him. I also asked him why he left Ireland, and he said that it was because people were killing each other over there. He was from the North, near Dublin.
The prettiest description he gave me of his country was that when he still lived there and worked the land, it was so quiet. There would be days when only a single car would come by, which almost makes my mouth water. Hah.
Next he took to telling me about his sons, one of which who’d met a nice girl in the county Cork and would probably end up marrying her, while the other had come to vacation here in Spain and met this wonderful Irish lass he was getting serious about, and had gotten a job round these parts to boot. That sure pleased the old man.
But it was a nice talk, which lasted up to half an hour.
Also talked with two English book ladies of whom I bought six books (there goes my resolution not to waste money on books…but I consider them research, darn it) and chatted some about our favorite authors. Ended up with a couple of Tess Gerritsen, one Amanda Quick, a Val McDermitt and two Nora Roberts. That ought to tide me over for a week or two. Hah.
Talked with a very nice Spanish fella too, who belonged to a band, and who (for some peculiar reason) couldn't stop talking about his trip to Rotterdam many years ago. He kept coming back to how he'd traveled along on a bike and that the girls there were all blonde. He was friendly, though, patient with my bad Spanish, and determined to go through the whole introduction thing. Wonder if he'll be back. He did claim having four Yorkies, and he loved the beds and quilts.
Petted doggies, waved at kiddies, oohed and aahed over babies and on the overall chatted my butt off with customers and vendors alike.
Wandered the entire lot in search of a chainsaw and maybe some kitchen ware, but ended up with just those books. *sigh*
Sold a dog bed to a nice couple who really loved it all, and a purse to a vet from Jaen. Also sold some small things, like a stuffed animal, decorative vines, but that barely made a dent in the expenses so, who cares. It was something different, and that's never bad.

Unlike Funny Beach, we had to be on site at seven, meaning I had to get up at five thirty, and this one finished at 2, meaning we were packed and on our way home after 3.

Though big brother and I had to go out afterward to get a load of wood, and have big brother make an appointment for himself at the dentist, my too-short night caught up with me. Yep, for some reason I didn’t sleep well during the night, meaning I only got about five hours of shuteye. That is not beneficial to a good day. Hah.

Crashed a little after big brother and I got home, so while big brother took care of cooking, I fell face-down on bed and passed out for about an hour. Nice. I could have strangled big brother when he woke me up on the agreed time, hah, but I restrained myself. Dogs loved the nap too, they were literally squashed against me through that hour. Chaos appears to be feeling a little better at least.

Ate supper and then got to the edit for a couple of hours before it was time to get working on this blog…and now yesterday, I almost forgot in my eagerness to call it a day. *sigh*

Wish I could say we managed to work on the kitchen, but we didn’t. There was a threat of rain so we spent most of the day running about covering stuff up, seeing to it that every hatch was shut tight, and of course doing the normal chores.

Did manage to spent an hour or two in the yard, and while big brother watered most of the seedlings, I went past the fruit trees or a trimming. The mandarin did really well this year after I trimmed it last winter, so we figured we better do it again this year. Managed most of them, and had to take off the main stem of one of the apple trees because a big bug had dug its way into it and had eaten away most of the stem, darn it.

For supper (yesterday) I made ratatouille on macaroni, which also served as today’s lunch since I didn’t much feel like making anything else for today.

Well, that’s it. No more…at least nothing remotely interesting I can think of, so I’m going to call it a day. Hah!