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04/12/2004: "Hammers & Eggs"
The rain held off until mid-afternoon, not forever but long enough. The central tables in the big barn had disappeared on Friday, and after the brunch, the big attached tables and shelves started to be dismantled. I came by for a doughnut and a couple of women were banging away at them with hammers, gradually shaking them loose. I went out to the car and got a prybar and had some fun. Z came by on her lunch hour, shivering under a spring coat, but missed seeing the full baby brigade: some couldn't take the noise and the chaos, and became too unhappy to stay. The same effect is noted in adults. Hoping that as the literal floods come, the figurative ones dry up.
