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.
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 😊
Then shortly, it was my turn to get my tasty
treat … which I ate in the car, because it was starting to drizzle.
I spied some terra cotta pots: so, I bought
them – two sets, for $8.
They will fit my new home just fine 😊
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.
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.
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.
We need the rain; I was glad to see it.
But I hope tomorrow is dry for my day long househunting venture.
