Praise be!

Currently: elated and triumphant

Being good little rule followers, we first tried the far away satellite parking in Bethesda. Knowing that the 12-person minibus could not possibly accommodate the waiting hordes, we almost called it a day, deciding only last-minute to swing by the festival, in case of miracle parking. And miracle parking, indeed!!! Though the whole place was closed up due to overflowing lots and crowds of walkers, and we were forced to perform an inelegant turnaround in a restaurant parking lot mistaken as the last open space on earth, we happened to pull up to Our Lady of the Suddenly Available Parking (to turn around and leave the premises) just as a deaconish fellow was removing the signs designating two special curbside handicapped parking spaces during services!! He waved our unbelieving selves into a plum spot, right across the street from the festival, better parking than we could have dared to hope for, cheerfully making the Lord's day into ours.

The rest of the day was fun - touring a purple house for sale, watching glass goblets being blown, listening to folksy music, inhaling delicious fruity ices, strolling through galleries, trying medieval line dances, admiring (and coveting) crafty trinkets (I could have parted with a lot of cashy $, but mercifully was held back by the desire Make Everything Myself. I Want To Do. It. All. Me! Glass/pottery/wood/stone/fabric goddess-to-be me!), and talking to artisans - but the icing on the cake was seeing the long, long, long minibus line going back to satellite parking, and knowing that we could walk out any time we wanted.

So I might be a slightly malicious little wench, but Jebus still loves me! This I know, for the empirical evidence of positively providential parking tells me so!