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Saturday, August 7, 2021

TERRY-TAYLOR-NORTHLAKE ~ 2021

I almost didn’t go to the Terry-Taylor-Northlake Garage Sale this year.

The last 3 years, it hasn’t been worth the effort or gas to get there; and this year was just as dismal.

This sale used to be the highlight of Longview Summers: it used to offer very good second-hand goods at reasonable prices – baby clothes, household items, books, furniture, and vehicles/boats.

The atmosphere was like a lively County Fair 😉

But, over the years, the Sale has lost its luster and appeal: sellers have a tired expression, are querulous (the men would rather be golfing or boating, rather than helping ‘the wife’), and the goods offered have been very shabby, ratty, and not at all worth any price tagged to them.

It’s kinda sad to see a good thing go bad.

I went in 2019 because I needed to go … to stave off the spate of missingness my solo lobo widowed life needed for healing purposes. I think I bought a couple novels to read.

There was no sale, of course, in 2020 – because the demonrats across America closed everything down under threat of arrest for those who dared to go out in public: I was game to try the overreaching tyrants … the resident on Terry-Taylor-Northlake, were not; they hid in their houses.

I bucked the political-minded midgets, and drove everywhere, anyway: I really didn’t miss the sales.

Today, the 2021 Sale didn’t sing a Siren’s Song to me, either – I laid in bed for a good hour, debating whether to go, or stay home.

Eventually, ‘knowing’ that Elephant Ears would be sold there, lured me up and out the door 😉

Once there, I could see immediately that nothing of value would be offered at any house along the circular route back to the Highlander; lawns, garages, and parking spaces were filled with junk. Literal junk. I ignored all of it, and hightailed myself to where I knew the Elephant Ear Wagon would be parked.

The streets and sidewalks were filled with milling about crowds, but they were small, sparse, crowds. And the line at the Elephant Ears Wagon was the shortest and quickest I’ve ever witnessed – or been part of; normally, the line stretches for about a mile … and the wait could take as long as an hour to finally snag your tasty treat.

The real reason I went ... & the busiest place in the whole Terry-Taylor shabang.

While standing in line, a woman walked past me to take her place in line … and I burst out laughing when I saw she had a tiny crown placed atop her head.

It just tickled my funny bone 😊

The crown caught my eye; and made me laugh out loud.

Then shortly, it was my turn to get my tasty treat … which I ate in the car, because it was starting to drizzle.

My tasty fried bread actually resembled an elephant ear!

I spied some terra cotta pots: so, I bought them – two sets, for $8.

They will fit my new home just fine 😊

I can't resist terra cotta pots; the smaller ones came with pretty, little, dainty crocheted jackets.

I spent a total of $12 the entire time I was at the Sale; Bob, if he was watching, probably fell off his cloud in shock 😉

But, besides the tasty treat and pot, nothing else really grabbed my attention.

On the way home, I topped the tank off because I am going house hunting again tomorrow. It will be an all-day affair, so I want to start the day with a full tank that will carry me through the day.

I noticed the gas price has been upped again.

Another 10-cent hike; the demonrats are intent on squeezing The People, & forcing their agenda - Summer & Winter.

That does not surprise me; gas gouging always follows inflation – and the demonats have their thumbprint all over inflation: any era, but especially this year following their job destructive political coups (Election, and covid).

The price gouging (gas, food, ‘infrastructure’ farce, ect.) will continue indefinitely – just as covid will continue indefinitely: the demonrats have seized power under the {emergency! Mandates} banner, and are intent on using that bully bat to force their Anti-America agendas at every level of our daily lives.

While waiting to gas up, I noticed the car in front of me had a sticker that made me smile.

I am a huge Bigfoot fan – that embarrasses my daughter. Too bad.

Made me smile ... and took the edge off the gas gouging.

She believes in the scientific hoaxes of gender reassignments, and race-baiting theories embraced by left wing nut jobs; and she doesn’t care that that politically motivated ridiculousness, embarrasses me.

The car ahead of me moved along, I paid for my gas, and headed the Highlander for my carport.

I got in the house just before the promised rain shower began.

It started raining in earnest as soon as I got inside the house.

We need the rain; I was glad to see it.

But I hope tomorrow is dry for my day long househunting venture.

DEMONRAT KABUKI MANUVERS

 

And the demonrat nonsense goes on, and on, and on.

It’s ridiculous – and has no actual real meaning.

I am refusing to engage in this farcical verbal kabuki.

I will continue to use the language I have been using since the day I could talk: if people don’t like it … they can kiss my big fat feminine ass.

Let the mental kabuki kick in.

https://www.theatlantic.com/ideas/archive/2021/07/brandeis-language-police-have-suggestions-you/619347/