Fortunately, I have plenty waiting to fill them up. My brother and his wife came up this weekend, so a family junking expedition was in order. He has just started serious selling on eBay right now, plus he has a new side junking venture he shares with two other people. Basically they have a warehouse full of estate sale leftovers that they open on weekends for folks to dig around in. Sounds like a dream to me. I have to visit there when all these damn treatments are over.
I took them to a couple of thrifts, plus a dude in our neighborhood who rents out a storefront to sell foreclosure clear out stuff. We also hit one of the wildest sales I have ever been to. More on that later in the week. I have some stories to tell that need the pics of finds to go with them.
|Da Bros Mitchell are on da loose!|
There was a small family get-together on Saturday night to belatedly celebrate my birthday. I decided earlier that I wanted a reason to see my cousins in a setting that wasn't in a funeral home. We had a great time eating yummy Mexican food and laughing and talking. We need to do that more often.
|Me and Danny with our Uncle Mike and his daughter Maria|
|Plus their spouses (spice?)|
|Plus my soon-to-be spouse!|
Safe to say a good time was had by all.
This is the first week in what seems like forever that I do not have some sort of cancer-related procedure or treatment scheduled, which is a relief. Over the weekend, Keith took on the massive task of cleaning out our junk room, and I have some bits and pieces of tidying to do to finish that off.
I'm starting to get a little bit of a rash on my belly from the shots, but it's not enough right now to crack out the steroids. I'm going to try some Eucerin or similar lotion first. I've also go to really get the holiday mojo going at my booth empire. Sales have been okay this month, but the recent cold weather has not helped. Today will be dead. The store might even close early.
To give you an idea of how much work I have to do today: I took my brother and his wife to see my booths, even though I was completely embarrassed about the shape they were in. My sister-in-law started cleaning them! I told the manager that I wasn't sure which was more pathetic, that my booth was so bad my sister-in-law was cleaning it or that I was letting her do it. hey! You gotta take the help where you can get it. If they'll bring the kids next time, they can probably knock the whole thing out in short order! (Seriously, thanks for the help, Mary Pat!)