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It’s Everywhere!

When you are looking for something you need it seems like it’s often impossible to find. Once you have it of course you see it everywhere. And at a much better price. You might call that extra cost a convenience fee. Or just bad timing.

A couple of weeks ago the weather warmed up and the grass started to grow. And with it, the weeds. So, OK I thought, lets get out the weed and feed and kill some weeds and fertilize that good old grass. One problem: I didn’t have either the weed and feed, or the spreader to put it out. Off to the hardware store.

The weed and feed was easy to find. A dozen different choices. This one fertilizes and kills 250 different weeds. This one fertilizes for three months and kills every weed but crabgrass. And so on.

But wouldn’t you know it. There was only one spreader on the shelf in the store! The guy working there said that the warm weather had brought out the gardeners and there had been a rush on the spreaders the day before. Just one left. And more than I wanted to pay. But I got it because I thought I just had to have it to get this job done right now.

Fast forward one week. I’m on a road trip exploring Georgia’s longest yard sale. Two hundred and forty miles of highway lined with countless yard sales. And guess what I saw everywhere!

The first time I saw a spreader I thought it was humorous. Ten bucks. And then it seemed like I saw one at every sale. It was probably a dozen or so, and every one was ten dollars. Some almost new. Now I feel stupid.

What makes it even worse is that this weekend I went to a big sale at one of the local antique malls. Spring clearance! Half of the dealers were slashing their prices. And one guy had a, yes, a fertilizer spreader! It was very out of place in an antique shop as it was rather new. I think it was just there because the universe wanted me to feel even worse. Or maybe I just imagined it.

I’m in the antique business. I live in antique stores, thrift stores and flea markets. The only things I buy new are eyeglasses and food! Why did I buy that spreader at the hardware store? Who knows?

I learn life’s lessons well. Because I learn the same one over and over. Maybe one day I’ll remember what I’ve learned. Right!

That’s part of my story. What’s yours?


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Five Nines

IMG_1855Milestones need to be celebrated. And this is a major one. Its not quite like reaching the ripe old age of 100, but the odometer on my truck just rolled over 100,000 miles.

It was when the numbers on the dial read something like 95,000 that I began to watch it, knowing that it wouldn’t take too long to hit 100. And I didn’t want to miss that.

My van has slightly over 200 thousand miles, and I never have really paid that much attention to it. Toyota. I know it will probably go to 500. Damn thing will probably last longer than I do. But the Nissan truck bore more careful watching. I’d had an Altima, and I don’t think it made it to 100 thousand miles.

Not it’s fault really. When the deer slammed into its front end the poor car kinda lost a lot of its momentum. I’m sure it would have made it if not for that tragedy.

I had a Dodge that barely limped over the 100 mark. Then died. And a Ford that got to 106 before I had to trade it away. But this truck seems to be running strong. And I have high hopes for at least 250.

When I bought it, after the Altima quit, it had 20 thousand miles on it and was two years old. Immaculate condition and it had all the bells and whistles one could ask for on a truck. That was eight years ago. In that time we have made numerous road trips. She has hauled furniture up and down the highways, sometimes looking like the heap belonging to the Beverly Hillbillies. Lawnmowers, ladders and all asortment of tools have ridden along. And even my motorcycle, tied up tightly in the bed. Rocks, bricks and logs. And yes, a six foot tall blow mold Santa!

Riding up to my antique shop this afternoon I looked down and saw the number – 99970. I figured it would turn over before I got back home. Wrong though.

Pulling into my driveway the number read 99998. Two more miles. I still had to go meet my daughter for dinner. It would turn on that trip.

As I headed toward the pizza joint to meet my daughter I kept a close eye on the odometer. 99999. I wondered if at that magic moment it would go to all zeros, or if a 1 would pop up on the left edge. Surely the 1 would come up since the manufacturer must expect the vehicle to go much more than this distance. In the old days cars didn’t last that long and rolling over 100 meant it would show all zeros. Buying a “low mileage” used car back then could prove to be quite a surprise when you realized that the son of a gun had over one hundred thousand miles on it. Sucker!

When the numbers turned, and the 1 popped up with five zeros I pulled off the road to take a picture of the odometer. Blowing a horn and shooting off fireworks might have been more appropriate, but this would have to do.

As I rolled on, and the number rolled to 100,001 I knew there would be many miles to come. I am still waiting to tow a boat with this baby. And an Airstream trailer.

That’s part of my story. What’s yours?

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Change of Heart

The advertisement had pictures of the items included in the sale. Not everything, but some of the best things that would draw the biggest crowds. And yes, estate sales can get very crowded.

Mid century furniture. Tools. All sorts of items that people want to buy. And some to resell. The pictures that caught my eye were of sailboat models. And a commercial ships big orange life ring. That, I had to have!

It was the greatest thing in the world in my mind. And I knew every other person on the planet would have the same opinion. So being first in line was imperative.

Now if you know me at all, being first in line is not something that ever happens. Not even for free food or alcohol. I was late for my wedding and I will surely be late for my funeral. So, I arrived and was fourth in line.

Something was wrong here though. Normally it’s almost impossible to miss the house having an estate sale. There will be a hundred or so cars parked up and down the street. And lots of people. Sometimes an hour before the sale starts. Or longer.

Today though, I arrived five minutes before show time. And was fourth in line. I knew I had a good chance of getting the ring. Upon entering the house I immediately asked the people running the sale where the life ring was. In the basement. Down I went, before looking at anything else.

Big basement I thought as I descended the stairs. I looked and looked and looked. No life ring. I was the second person to have made it down there, and the other guy didn’t have the thing. I asked the sales staff again and they pointed toward a wall. An empty wall. They were shocked. I was dismayed. It was gone.

Apparently the family of the homeowner had taken it for themselves. After all, it is their stuff. But they were supposed to have taken everything earlier. The sales staff was not amused.

But it was ok with me. I’d been through a downsizing sale with my elderly parents and knew how hard it can be. And I’m sure that as they moved through the house one last time, they saw that life ring and knew something about it that no one else ever would. Something that made it very valuable to them. Maybe their grandfather had sailed on that ship and taken the ring as a souvenir. Who knows? They wanted it. And I didn’t get it.

Things go places, or stay where they are for lots of reasons. Sometimes reasons unknown to us. But good reasons nonetheless.

That’s part of my story. What’s yours?

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