I am not an event planner, which is not to say that I am incapable of event planning, but rather that I have (correction: had) never planned an event. I have always respected those that regularly plan events – there’s a lot that goes into planning a party, much less a gathering for folks numbering into the hundreds and beyond, and I knew that. I didn’t, however, take into account the loss of sleep percentage into the event planning equation.
You see, my leadership class decided to put on a talent show at school. Not a huge thing – we’re a school of just over 500, so I was figuring we’d have 10 people show off their talents and maybe 50 people would come to the show, we’d fundraise a little money and that would be that. I was sorely mistaken. We held auditions. We cut 1 act (it’s an elementary school and we’re talking about childrens’ lifelong self-esteem here). We, therefore, had 38 acts. We booked lights, and chairs, and sound. We had microphones from one school and camera equipment from another. We had guest judges – musicians from the community. We had a concession and popcorn and decided to sell DVDs of the show. I didn’t sleep. I always sleep, except when I have to wake up to catch a plane. Then I wake Jeremy up every 15 minutes to make sure we don’t sleep in.
Probably 250 people came to our talent show. It was a huge success. We raised lots of money, the kids were proud (both my class and those that got up on stage), my principal was super impressed and there were no epic disasters. I’m sleeping again, but I start a new leadership class on Wednesday and I’m not sure if I want to do this whole “event” thing again…
As for the farm, we’ve canned a bunch of maple syrup, and although the trees are barely running now, we’re probably going to get about 10L for this year. Not bad. Seedy Saturday came and went, and Dan Jason of the Canadian seed and plant sanctuary came and inspired us to save seeds again this year. He told us stories of tomatoes that can withstand frosts down to -5 Celsius and tomatoes that paid off mortgages during the depression. We’re going to try and grow both. We had friends come and stay last night, and others that met us for coffee at Buckley Bay, and we laughed long and hard and feasted on oysters and chicken and sour cherries that are still in our freezer. I thought we should go swimming in the lake, but no one was with me so we drank wine by the fire instead. My quilting class with my neighbour starts next Monday, and I’m going to learn to like to sew.