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Week 2 - Garage Sale Summary
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I called it wrong. AN hour in line for a box of neckties, (given to the boys at work, who could use a bit of fashion help), a couple of oversized waistcoats for a rather oversized waiter (not that oversized, as it turned out..), and a vintage leather coat, not that I needed another one but it was too good to leave. All in all a rather mediocre haul.
I had my doubts, thought that perhaps it would have been better to start at the Northmount sale, but that would have involved the plotting of new bus routes, and the sad thing is, no matter where you go the best finds will always have been elsewhere... Some days are like that.
Sunday went to the Ramsay parade of Garage sales, again nothing of merit, a pair of beautiful brass church sconces, embossed with crosses, they would have made my weekend but sadly they weren't for sale, merely bait to lure in customers, the house, from the outside a rather decrepit and nondescript 1 1/2 story wartime bungalow, on the inside proved to be a proper granny's attic filled to the ceiling with lamps and candlesticks, glittering heaps of antique glass doorknobs, but alas no bargains. And the surveying of the rest of the neighborhood turned up no treasures whatsoever.
What you ask for VS what you get...
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The boy was going to spend Easter break in the Dominican Republic, and so I asked him, if it wasn't too much trouble, to pick me up some Dominican amber. A nice big piece with a baby Tyrannosaurus Rex embedded inside, or maybe a large dragonfly or centipede, he wouldn't have to buy it as apparently you can just find it on the beaches, it didn't have to be polished as I'd prefer to discover the treasure inside myself like those little dinosaur hunting kits you can buy for children....Blue amber would be terrific...
Of course he didn't get me any amber. He doesn't in any way share my passion for antiquities, gems or fossils. But he did get me...
A penis flute. And, in it's own way it's perfect, so aptly illustrating the gap between what you ask for and what you get. Personally, I want to give one to all my friends at work, but he only got me the one.
(**Note. Having tried to play it it only has 2 notes. Not a very exciting musical instrument, I'm afraid. But an amusing souvenir....)
Week 2 - The Good Samaritan Rummage Sale
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Probably the highlight of the year. An early morning tomorrow, in line by 8:00 AM, by 9:00 there will be close to three hundred people waiting.
It's one of the best sales around.
And tonight was the Christ Church Rummage Sale, also very good, but sadly work interfered. SO many rummage sales, so little time.
There's another one at the corner of Northmount and Northland Drive tomorrow as well, but it starts at 8:30 and I'll be in line waiting for the Samaritan Rummage sale to start. It's a gamble, the Northmount one is good as well, past finds have included rosaries, a gingerbread clock (not working) and a cuckoo clock, a trombone, miscellaneous other rubbish, but the Good Samaritan Rummage sale is the most accessible and so wins out. I'll report on my finds later....
Ambitious Cat
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Outside, having a cigarette, the cat sits beside me when a jackrabbit bounces up.
It's spring and the neighborhood is saturated with animals pairing off, the other day a mallard and drake couple were soliciting breadcrumbs on my front step, something rather romantic about their engagement that invited my blessing, the cat lurking behind the screen door, somehow mistaking my lures as baiting for her benefit....
When they met her they stopped coming around. Still, for a few days they were good company.
Anyways, outside, having a cigarette with my cat when up bounds a jackrabbit.
Now the rabbits, they're everywhere, and this is a fair-sized hare, the cat lays her ears low and begins to stalk him.
The hare, he's not afraid, not of me, not of her, and continues to nibble the grass on the lawn as she stalks him.
She's ambitious.
She hangs out and continues the charade for only a minute or two after I've finished, somehow she's realized that a hare is a different piece of work than a mouse or a sparrow, and abandoning her hunt joins me inside.
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