Driving Joe to PT today we decided to hit a few garage sales on the way since we had time to kill and getting in and out of the car is good exercise for him. Found some real gems today. Two plates to add to my collection, some beadable chopsticks that were in a “free” box, a handful of dead trees also known as books (my iPad is ruining the paper experience), and best of all a four piece bar set. This set is rocking, not only are the dice ivory and can be used in other pieces of jewelry, the ends unscrew and I can replace them with beads. The rods are just a hair over 1/8″ so I’ll have to thicken the bead release a bit, but totally do-able. I thinking silver cored tiger stripe beads. Very retro 60’s.
Anyway we to the “last sale” of the day and it was getting close to his apt. time so we did a drive by to see if anything jumped out at us. I saw a glimmer of orange glass and decided to take a chance and see what was there. Joe and Mom decided to wait in the car for me. As I walked up the drive I noticed a white van pulling up behind my vehicle. I continued into the garage and began looking around. I realized that there was no-one there and thought it strange, then I figured that whoever was running the sale was most likely in the house. A guy, I’m assuming that he came from the van, rounded the corner into the garage and walked straight to the door connecting the garage to the house. As he reached for the door knob, the lady of the house opened the door with a startled look and looked over at me, he turned, saw me standing there and practically ran out of the garage. The lady had gone in to grab a snack and he had surprised the crap out of her when she opened the door. It took about a minute to figure out that neither of us knew him and that his behavior was a little off. The hands of fate. If not for a glimmer of orange glass (no I did not buy it, just a tip people, if you want someone to buy what you no longer want, wash it first.)
Time for a short soapbox rant.
This rant goes out to everyone with an elderly relative, and it’s coming from the heart of someone caring for one.
Please don’t make commitments you aren’t positive you can keep.
Elderly people remember your casually spoken words and their caregivers have to deal with the sorrow and the questions. Think before you speak please. And if you can’t keep your commitment, call and explain. It’s hard having someone not want to leave the house because you said you were going to come by and spend time.
Soapbox put away for now. Don’t make me bring it back out.
It’s getting late and I see I have 24 new e-mails since I started typing. I’ll bet 22 are junk one is a receipt and 1 is from my friend. Have a safe night all.
Oh, can anyone explain why I keep seeing Ouija boards on T.V.? Those things scare me. Mom laughs at my reaction to them, but I can’t help it. Evil little boards.