I just figured out that 20,934 is what day in my life it is, since I have no customers keeping me busy at the moment; hence, Part 20,934.
I am participating at the Lake Eden Arts Festival near Asheville, NC. In the parking lot this morning, I loaded my cart with three filled display cases, three boxes of extra inventory, a cooler bag, my purse, two battery operated lanterns (to guide me back to the car in the dark), and a 43 pound marine battery. When I got to the road it appeared such a formidable task that I took a photo.
Further down the road I was going to take another photo showing my progress. No phone... it had fallen on the unpaved road when I dropped it into my shoulder bag and missed. I walked back and got it. Fortunately no cars or golf carts had run over it. Despite being bungee-ed on, the marine battery (used to power the lighting on my cases) continually fell off the cart. I kept wondering why this trek seemed so much harder than it did last night when I walked the same cartload from my space to my car to go to my hotel.
The overloaded cart kept getting stuck in ruts in the gravel and it took me forever to reach the top of the road. Finally I got there; realization set in. I had gone up the wrong road... not the shorter, flatter, smoother, paved road I used last night.
I wanted to cry. I turned around and went all the way back down the road and continued to the right road; stopping as needed and continuing to do battle with the marine battery. I got to my booth 45 minutes (instead of what should have been 10) after unloading my car, red faced and out of breath.
So I did what I often do when an experience gets the better of me; I wrote it all down so I could find humor in it once the exasperation wore off.