In life there are certain immutable laws you cannot escape.
You can rue them, you can hate them, you can detest them, but you will save yourself a world of stress if you simply accept them.
For example, if you have two very important events in a given span of time, the probabilities are high that they will fall on the same date or dates.
My year opened with this law staring me in the face. I had two major events in January and – you guessed it – they fell on the same day. I was somewhat fortunate in that my niece’s wedding was in the afternoon, and a Haunted Bryan gathering was that evening. This allowed me to attend the wedding and the important beginning of the reception, and miss just the first hour or so of Haunted Bryan, where I sold books and helped lead investigating groups with the Tennessee Wraith Chasers.
Still, it was inconvenient. Diane and I had to drive separately to the wedding and reception, so I could leave early to return to Bryan, and I felt more than a little rushed the entire evening.
Last weekend this law again came into play in a major way. The World’s Longest Yard Sale – also known as the 127 Sale – ran from Thursday through Sunday. This is an important event for us, as we live on U.S. 127. We are able to make money on the sale, and we host friends and family who sell items as well. To top it off, I set up a table and typically sell many signed copies of my Faded Banner Publication books.
We also are able to interact with visitors from around the United States and even other countries, so besides making money it is a major social event for us. In fact, this year we had a visitor from Italy attend our sale.
Another major event for me was the Bryan Hunt the Town, which took place — of course — last Friday and Saturday, again with the Tennessee Wraith Chasers. I was able to help lead the group paranormal investigations, as well as meet and mingle with interesting people, and again sign and sell copies of my books.
In this case I was again somewhat fortunate – the 127 Sale took place during the day, and Hunt the Town in the late afternoon and evening. I was able to sprint away from the sale to the town event, although I was a bit late both days.
This made for two very, very long and tiring days, however. I was up at 6:30 a.m. both days, and didn’t get to bed until after midnight Friday and about 1:30 a.m. Saturday. Fun, for sure, but at my age extremely tiring.
I will also note that a corollary to the two event, same date law also exists — if you have two important events and they do not fall on the same date or dates, they will be a week or less apart and create an added level of stress.
As you may have guessed, a third major event for me occurred the weekend before the U.S. 127 Sale and Hunt the Town. From Friday, July 25, through Sunday, July 27, I took part in the Gettysburg Battlefield Bash. I was thrilled to be part of this conference that doubled as a fundraiser for the Wounded Warrior Project.
Since I am a self-employed publisher I needed to maximize the income from this trip, so I was up at 3 a.m. Thursday of that week to hit the road early, to arrive in Gettysburg for a 1 p.m. book signing.
Between the Bash, other book signings, visiting businesses that carry my books and visiting with friends, I needed to be out of bed by 7 a.m. each day, and I never made it to bed before 1 a.m. I arrived back in Bryan at about 1:30 a.m. Monday, and was back at it the next day setting up for the sale.
As I was pushing myself through tiredness bordering on exhaustion I focused on how fortunate I was to have these wonderful events, and savored the memories I was making.
Last Sunday I was back to work at Sauder Village, again thankful — in this case for a rewarding job that I love.
So today, Monday as I write this, I have a day with nowhere I have to be, and only one job I really have to do. That is to write this column, and this is way too much fun to call it work.
I will confess, though, I’m more than a bit afraid to look ahead at my coming events calendar.
Don Allison is an author, columnist and retired editor of The Bryan Times.