It’s hard work! Finding stuff

As usual, here I am saying, “I’m still alive. Still here. Where does the time go? Blah, blah, blah.” Same old story. But what’s not the same old story is the one I’m telling today about the sales a couple of weekends ago.

Friday started out pretty awful. We, like many of you, have had our share of rain lately. Maybe more than our share. I got up that Friday morning and, it being rainy, I knew there wouldn’t be many, if any, sales going on locally, in the land of no garages and few carports, so I decided to go on to the Birmingham area. At least there were a couple of estate sales there and they are held rain or shine. Got off to a rocky start. The ATM was out of money. I had to go back home for something I’d forgotten. I tried to get a biscuit at McDonald’s, but the drive through line snaked out to the highway. Stopped at the next fast food place, ordered my buttered biscuit and they handed me a bag with a container in it. I looked at the window clerk and asked, “This is a buttered biscuit??” She said, “I thought you wanted a gravy.” “No, I can’t drive and eat a gravy biscuit.” She just looked at me. No offer to fix the mistake. No offer of an apology. Just a blank stare. I slung the bag over in the other seat and snarled that I’d just go somewhere else. Huh? How stoopid was that? So unladylike. So undignified. So….. unattractive. Not only did I look like an idiot, I felt bad about myself, I didn’t get what I wanted and was going to have to get it somewhere else, costing me another two fifty. Or whatever. I’m such a goob when I’m angry. But I did get my biscuit at the next McDonald’s and thought the day would right itself.

If I remember right, the weather held off while I was traveling and even most of the time spent shopping at the first sale. But that sale was boring and expensive. I tried so hard to find something worth buying. I even used my new phone with the eBay app to look up some things. But there was nothing. Nothing! And while shopping, it started storming. So I shopped some more. Surely there was something there worth buying. Nope. Just wasn’t happening. I finally gave up and with only a Wal-Mart bag for protection, faced the rain. I made it about 20′ out the door when lightening popped. It seemed like all around me. It was the kind where you don’t see the streak, you see bright light and hear the pop at the same time. It was. Right. There. I’m not ashamed to say I screamed. I screamed and ran back inside. Desperately shopped some more. Still nothing. When I finally got to leave that sale, I was so deflated all I wanted to do was come back home. Didn’t even try anywhere else.

But the next day…..

Hung around town. It was beginning to look like there was nothing to be had. Boring again. I was headed home when I saw some people putting up this sign:

Screeeeech! I’m there. Didn’t know about it. Actually, I don’t think they advertised it. There was a regular garage sale a few houses away. A sale that got lost in the shuffle of the estate sale. I kinda felt sorry for the yard sale people, but whatcha gonna do?

The family just wanted to sell the stuff. They were not trying to make money off any of it. Just clear it out. My favorite kind of sale. Here’s what I drug out (along with a box of old trains that aren’t pictured):

The sheep are on the site and are just $4.00 for all five.
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I might be keeping the Mother print.
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You can’t tell much about this light fixture, but it’s pretty cool.
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I have no idea what this is, but liked it’s shape.
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These light fixtures look like they’ll make great candle holders!
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The old sink is already sold. It’ll be planted full of succulents and sit in a garden.

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So that catches me up for two weeks ago. This past weekend will be posted later. Tomorrow maybe? I’ll do my very, very best for it to be one day this week!

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