Okay, soy la reina de la venta segunda. Rummage sale is set up, volunteers are signed in (because every school family must do 30 hours of volunteer time each year, 4 of which must be at the fiesta).
When I left at 10:00 p.m. tonight, la cocina parroquial was abuzz with tamale making. Pollo and puerco. And taquitos. This year the Samoans have moved their chicken production off-site, so no vying for space in the parish kitchen. And with Samoans, that can be a challenge.
Talking to one Dad. "I said to my wife, 'Don't tell them I'm an electrician, so what's the first thing she says?'" Dude, you're now the parish electrican for life. The only way out of a committee or ministry at St. Joseph's is death.
I suggested to Mr. Fiesta (Doug B., who has done it for the past 13 years even though he has no kids at our school) after the beer trailer was delivered that we needed to "test the lines." Nice cold Bass. Aaaah . . . .
Tomorrow afternoon, before the festivities start, I expect my favorite customers to come to the rummage sale. The carnies. God loves them and so do I. I made sure that winter coats and denim were in an easy-to-find spot. And blankets. I know my clientele. BTW, on Saturday night at 11:30 pm, after the fiesta shuts down, we have a "Carny Mass" on-site for the Sunday obligation. You would be surprised how many show and they greatly appreciate the fact that Father is out there in the chill of the night air, making sure the Eucharist is available to them.
My kids are with me all day. School is closed because we use the school yard for the fiesta. All the young'uns hang out in the 2nd grade classroom, because that is the classroom of Sr. Michelle. She does not mind having the children there while she works at making the various signs for the fiesta. They read books, play board games, or do little skits with her puppets and they follow her rules and make sure everything is back in its place. Sr. Michelle, of the Sisters of St. Joseph of Orange, has been teaching over fifty years. She knows kids and they love her. And she loves them right back.
"Anybody give you blenders?" "I need something to put the goldfish in." "Hey, save that tray for me." Everybody comes to my rummage sale with a need.
I love my parish.