In other words, hold my hand
Spent the morning with a coworker at a small town near the Nebraska-Missouri border, rolling around in a big flea market. We set of at nine am (having decided that eight, while more pragmatic for treasure-finding, was really just too much for a weekend) and drove along a quite pretty, very underused highway to the small town of Brownville, where every fall they host a very large indeed flea market that consumes the entire town. There were vendors with kettle corn and funnel cakes, the fire department was selling hot dogs, and booths selling everything from really nice antique pieces to pseudo-country-crafty stuff to lotions made with emu oil and Wonder-Stretchy shirts.
It was drizzly for most of the morning, but the wet didn't dampen our spirits at all, and we came home with a large bundle of peacock feathers and old books for me (some of them for my own amusement, but also a dictionary that I intend to cannibalize for jewelry-making) and more books for her plus two large bundles of a plant called bittersweet (Celastrus Scandens, not the more invasive variety from Asia), which has very pretty orange pods/berries that look festive and autumnal. We had hoped to find her a small bookstand, but the ones on offer were overpriced or not what she was looking for. So we toodled home, happy with our purchases but also proud that we hadn't spent tons of money.
Tomorrow, more house-hunting and then Shakespeare in the cemetery (Julius Caesar, yay!) I am becoming a bit dubious about the whole house-hunting thing, where I'm wondering if we're crazy to do this without more savings and such, but another day of looking won't hurt. If we put it off, we will not be able to get the $8,000 tax credit, but perhaps that will just have to be how it is.
It was drizzly for most of the morning, but the wet didn't dampen our spirits at all, and we came home with a large bundle of peacock feathers and old books for me (some of them for my own amusement, but also a dictionary that I intend to cannibalize for jewelry-making) and more books for her plus two large bundles of a plant called bittersweet (Celastrus Scandens, not the more invasive variety from Asia), which has very pretty orange pods/berries that look festive and autumnal. We had hoped to find her a small bookstand, but the ones on offer were overpriced or not what she was looking for. So we toodled home, happy with our purchases but also proud that we hadn't spent tons of money.
Tomorrow, more house-hunting and then Shakespeare in the cemetery (Julius Caesar, yay!) I am becoming a bit dubious about the whole house-hunting thing, where I'm wondering if we're crazy to do this without more savings and such, but another day of looking won't hurt. If we put it off, we will not be able to get the $8,000 tax credit, but perhaps that will just have to be how it is.