Tomorrow I will come to the end of the 10 inflatables that were at the rodeo. They have all been covered, from top to bottom, in this fine sandy dust and full of dead grass. Today I did two of the three pieces of the Gauntlet and it kicked my butt.

This is the Gauntlet. I did the two identical side pieces.

I didn’t have the foam steps to climb into the holes. I forgot, when climbing out, that it’s a much steeper step out. Let’s just say that if I were a guy I probably wouldn’t be able to have children.

I have a little shop vac that I use to vacuum out all the grass and sand. I had unplugged it from the extension cord. I thought that the cord was a lot further in than it was so I yanked it. It came flying out, over the wall, smacking me right in the mouth. I thought I had broken my teeth. Then I felt the blood. I walked into the warehouse to get a paper towel and the owner thought I had fallen out on my face. Nope, just got punched in the mouth by the end of the extension cord.

So between 2/3 of the Gauntlet and the dual slide I did yesterday I am beat.

Just one more day of being covered in dust. I can do this. Might not be able to walk on Saturday, but I can manage 3 hours tomorrow. At least that’s what I’m convincing myself.

You can see the dust even though I vacuumed my leggings off.

And we are saying a fond farewell to Sugar Shack. You may have only had a 12″ opening and an embarrassing picture of me was taken when I accidentally dumped a whole bucket of soapy water in you that turned into a bubble fiasco, but you were cute, colorful and easy to clean. I’ll miss you, sugar shack.