In the olden days, Labor Day weekend was a big deal. We geared up for it, we figured out how to pick and sell as much as we could. Not any more. It is just a weekend that goes for three days and we have fewer workers than usual, as people are back at school and other people just want their regular days off (Sunday and Monday). The days of peaks and lows are gone, we just keep on plugging.
So -- I am supposed to be at the CSA room setting up by myself, but I am waiting for my hot water to boil. We loaded up a full truck for Takoma Park and Benjamin and Jon rolled away an hour ago. My mother and one other person will meet them there. It is too big a load for those four, but they will do their best.
The stand will be staffed today by Michael Lipsky and an elderly-ish lady who comes to work because it is too boring at home.
We are totally running on the most thready of fumes today, and we will get it done and it will be fine, but not optimal for sure. At least the people who are working are the most senior crew we have, and we know how to make the most of our minutes. Out in Loudoun it is Ellen and one other person, but they have no personal awareness of the Labor Day pace in here -- they are getting the carrots cultivated (I hope) and getting more ground ready for seeds.
My water is boiled and I can make my hot yucky and head down the hill for my first totally solo CSA set-up of 2015. Will use every trick in my book.
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