You probably noticed in yesterday's Retro Y'all post that Ralph Stanley didn't sing lead in any of the selections, not even with his own band, the Clinch Mountain Boys. He always had other lead singers in the band, and shared duties with them. I looked all over, but I just could not find a period clip of him singing lead.
Yet, to pay tribute without honoring that amazing voice--the epitome of the "high lonesome" Bluegrass sound--would not be right. However, I do have some rules for what I will include in a Retro post. I thought about skating by using the fact that the songs are old, even if the performances aren't, but I have nixed other videos of artists doing their classics in recent performances.
So I decided that there had to be one more look at this amazing talent, this time solo, doing the song from O Brother Where Art Thou? that brought him such recognition.
I tell you, it makes the hairs on my arms stand up.
Sunday, June 26, 2016
Saturday, June 25, 2016
Retro Y'all (Ralph Stanley Edition)
We lost one of the greats...no...one of the powerhouses a few days ago. Dr. Ralph Stanley was one of the few remaining ties to the early days of Bluegrass music. When you remember that those early pioneers were the bridges to an even earlier era of traditional music (and even early country music), then you realize how incalculable this loss is.
I'm talking roots here--history and culture--the stuff that matters. The generation that was influenced by these folks has also started passing on. None of them are getting any younger. Even my beloved Emmylou Harris will turn seventy next year.
Thankfully, there's a generation after them still coming on strong. And one coming up after that. And so on.
And somewhere in one of those small rural Kentucky (and Virginia, and Tennessee, and etc.) towns, like the one I came from, there are boys and girls just starting to sit down with their instruments and learn to play the old songs. The connections are being made and the thread will continue.
Over a decade ago, one particular movie brought renewed attention and interest to this music and the musicians who perform it, including Dr Ralph. That kind of interest often fades when the next fad comes down the line, but there's always more than a few new enthusiasts that hop on board for the ride.
The next time that happens, we'll be short one amazing voice. Rest in peace, Dr. Ralph Stanley. You're going to be missed.
There's no way to pick just one for this post, so here's some prime Ralph Stanley.
First, with his brother Carter as the Stanley Brothers. (In case you don't know, that's Dr. Ralph with the banjo.)
As the banjo virtuoso that he was. (He's the one with the hat.)
With the Clinch Mountain Boys:
On a more personal note, I can't find out what kind, but several news sources are listing the cause of his death as "skin cancer." Of all the things to have in common with one of the greatest musicians in Bluegrass history!
I'm talking roots here--history and culture--the stuff that matters. The generation that was influenced by these folks has also started passing on. None of them are getting any younger. Even my beloved Emmylou Harris will turn seventy next year.
Thankfully, there's a generation after them still coming on strong. And one coming up after that. And so on.
And somewhere in one of those small rural Kentucky (and Virginia, and Tennessee, and etc.) towns, like the one I came from, there are boys and girls just starting to sit down with their instruments and learn to play the old songs. The connections are being made and the thread will continue.
Over a decade ago, one particular movie brought renewed attention and interest to this music and the musicians who perform it, including Dr Ralph. That kind of interest often fades when the next fad comes down the line, but there's always more than a few new enthusiasts that hop on board for the ride.
The next time that happens, we'll be short one amazing voice. Rest in peace, Dr. Ralph Stanley. You're going to be missed.
There's no way to pick just one for this post, so here's some prime Ralph Stanley.
First, with his brother Carter as the Stanley Brothers. (In case you don't know, that's Dr. Ralph with the banjo.)
As the banjo virtuoso that he was. (He's the one with the hat.)
With the Clinch Mountain Boys:
On a more personal note, I can't find out what kind, but several news sources are listing the cause of his death as "skin cancer." Of all the things to have in common with one of the greatest musicians in Bluegrass history!
Thursday, June 23, 2016
Bursting Forth! (Out of Mazda!)
I'm not sure what happened earlier wit the blank post, but I deleted it. I had been working on this post last night and went to bed with the post still up on screen. I had treatment yesterday, so I usually spend the next day or so dropping in and out of projects to lay down. My computer was off when I woke up today, so it must have crashed overnight. How that led to a blank post getting uploaded, especially when the draft had some content in it, is beyond me.
I guess every so often I have to prove, however unwittingly, what a low-brow, amateur production this blog is. I can cross that off today's "to do" list.
How about we look at what was in Mazda? Most everybody got most of the major bits, but there were some surprises here and there. For instance, the rusty cash box in front was full of bits of hardware that are destined for a jar or two.
I thought I got a pic of that bag of thread, but I guess I didn't. Still, everyone who said it was thread was right. Even though, I sure do wish it was a bag of wheels (especially roller skate wheels), because that would be cool.
Otherwise, it was Pairs Day, because most everything came in twos. Not necessarily matching pairs, but they were found in pairs. Except for the industrial look chair on the end, which is a repro, but a well-made one. All heavy-duty metal. The window (which is part of a pair) was a curb find on the way home from the yard sale. I've sold all the windows from our set out, so I really needed those.
Like I said on Sunday, I wasn't really intending to go to any sales at all on Saturday. Keith was going camping and making really optimistic proclamations about leaving by noon, which never happens, yard sales or not.
Then Friday night, I saw a listing for a sale that was not to be missed, camping or not. There's a woman who lives on a street not far from here who has a garage, attic, shed, basement, and house full of wonderful junk. She at one point tried to be a vendor, but told me she never got around to actually taking stuff to her booth. She and her boyfriend would buy a big batch of stuff at auction, bring it home, store it, then a year later, sell it cut-rate at their yard sale to make room for more auction buys.
Not exactly the most effective re-selling plan, I admit, but it worked for me. And I made sure the stuff I bought got to the booth. Regardless of any other issues, she had good taste and a good eye for stuff. Things from her sales have always sold fast for me and made good money.
So, when I saw the listing that said she was having a moving sale, my first response was: "Gotta go!" My second responses was: "Oh no! She can't move!" The third response was: "Really gotta go!"
And so I broke my "no sale" vow. But it was only for one. That turned into two, because we found another sale on the same street and went to it first thinking we were at her sale, but we weren't. That's where I got the metal chair.
In case you're wondering why I'm only showing one of each item when it was Pairs Day, I was trying to get the car cleaned out in a hurry, so Keith could load up and leave. This was my favorite of the two metal cabinets. I love the detail on the front. They were both shop/garage cabinets, so I did have some greasy grime to scrub off.
Now, on to the two items that perplexed nearly everyone. I actually bought these on Friday, while I was on my way to meet Keith for coffee. Because of their size, I had to leave them until Saturday, when Mazda was available.
It's an old metal file organizer thing for a wall. It's all one piece, instead of several joined together. Plus, a swinging door, but only one half of it. I loved the color though. It's more orangey in person.
And that was the Mazda that was!
I guess every so often I have to prove, however unwittingly, what a low-brow, amateur production this blog is. I can cross that off today's "to do" list.
How about we look at what was in Mazda? Most everybody got most of the major bits, but there were some surprises here and there. For instance, the rusty cash box in front was full of bits of hardware that are destined for a jar or two.
I thought I got a pic of that bag of thread, but I guess I didn't. Still, everyone who said it was thread was right. Even though, I sure do wish it was a bag of wheels (especially roller skate wheels), because that would be cool.
Otherwise, it was Pairs Day, because most everything came in twos. Not necessarily matching pairs, but they were found in pairs. Except for the industrial look chair on the end, which is a repro, but a well-made one. All heavy-duty metal. The window (which is part of a pair) was a curb find on the way home from the yard sale. I've sold all the windows from our set out, so I really needed those.
Like I said on Sunday, I wasn't really intending to go to any sales at all on Saturday. Keith was going camping and making really optimistic proclamations about leaving by noon, which never happens, yard sales or not.
Then Friday night, I saw a listing for a sale that was not to be missed, camping or not. There's a woman who lives on a street not far from here who has a garage, attic, shed, basement, and house full of wonderful junk. She at one point tried to be a vendor, but told me she never got around to actually taking stuff to her booth. She and her boyfriend would buy a big batch of stuff at auction, bring it home, store it, then a year later, sell it cut-rate at their yard sale to make room for more auction buys.
Not exactly the most effective re-selling plan, I admit, but it worked for me. And I made sure the stuff I bought got to the booth. Regardless of any other issues, she had good taste and a good eye for stuff. Things from her sales have always sold fast for me and made good money.
So, when I saw the listing that said she was having a moving sale, my first response was: "Gotta go!" My second responses was: "Oh no! She can't move!" The third response was: "Really gotta go!"
And so I broke my "no sale" vow. But it was only for one. That turned into two, because we found another sale on the same street and went to it first thinking we were at her sale, but we weren't. That's where I got the metal chair.
In case you're wondering why I'm only showing one of each item when it was Pairs Day, I was trying to get the car cleaned out in a hurry, so Keith could load up and leave. This was my favorite of the two metal cabinets. I love the detail on the front. They were both shop/garage cabinets, so I did have some greasy grime to scrub off.
Now, on to the two items that perplexed nearly everyone. I actually bought these on Friday, while I was on my way to meet Keith for coffee. Because of their size, I had to leave them until Saturday, when Mazda was available.
It's an old metal file organizer thing for a wall. It's all one piece, instead of several joined together. Plus, a swinging door, but only one half of it. I loved the color though. It's more orangey in person.
And that was the Mazda that was!
Monday, June 20, 2016
Monday Rambles
TOP OF THE MORNIN'!
Is June really almost over? Egads!
Have I really only done less than a dozen posts this month? Odd's Bodkins!
I shall have to do something to rectify that. Jinkies!
I've decided that I'm going to divide Monday Rambles posts with headers from here on out. On weeks when I really ramble, the posts seem to be really disparate and jarring to read, so hopefully this will smooth things out a bit.
Now, if you don't want to read me babbling about toenails, comic books, Komodo dragons, or making mashed potatoes while dancing the Mashed Potato, you can skip those sections. Or at least you could if the headers made any sense. Chances are they're not going to. Not at this blog. But, hopefully, maybe, they'll at least be entertaining.
Now someone remember to email me on Sunday to remind me to have headers next Monday.
BELATED HAPPIES!
No, not "belated hippies" although that does sound kind of interesting. Belated Happy Father's Day to all the Dads, Grandpas, and people with Dads out there. I hope you all got to do something fun together yesterday. If, like me, your father has passed on, then I hope you had some happy memories to look back on.
HE WAS THE GREATEST!
Muhammad Ali's funeral was one of the biggest things to ever happen in Louisville. Outside of the Derby each year and visits by the President or candidates for President, I can't recall another event that stirred up this much attention for our fair city. The Queen came through once, but that was for the Derby. Usually, the only way to garner excitement around here is to either be a horse or dress up like one.
Anyway, along the procession route, people were given sidewalk chalk to express their feelings about Ali's passing. I was walking downtown a couple of days later and saw this one and thought it was cool.
HEALTH WOES
I'm having some issues right now, but I'm hoping they will pass in a while. It may take a few weeks, though. I've stopped taking the steroids. Between the effects on my blood sugar (sky high), my blood pressure (getting that way) and my weight (approaching aircraft carrier status), I decided that I couldn't take them any longer. I refuse to be known as "Fat Cancer Guy." (Although that could be an interesting super-hero concept.) Or, as I told Keith, "I'm beating cancer. I will not be taken down by Diabetes aggravated by the drugs given to me to help make the treatments more tolerable."
Of course, being me (and also my mother's child), I just stopped taking the damn thing. I never took the full prescribed dosage, so I though that one little milligram would be easy to step away from. Oh my galoshes! I've had muscle and joint aches like you would not believe ever since! At least the headaches have stopped. And the joint and muscle pain only flares up now when I've been busy for a while. At first, I would just sit there and throb and moan. (Yes, I did moan. I'm a man. That's how we deal with illness.)
Ibuprofen seems to keep things under control. I know some of this is from my body adjusting to life without Mother's Little Helper, but some of it is all the little aches and pains I've always had, but was not noticing thanks to the steroid. I'm also experiencing periods of weakness and major fatigue and seem to move awfully slow these days. Some of that last comes from being as large as a parade float. You never see one of those suckers tearing around like an Indy car either.
Of course, being me, I only did research about coming off steroids when the effects started getting really bad. It was then that I found out about tapering the dosage. Keith thought I should go back on them and then start taking them every other day or something, but I'm soldiering ahead cold turkey. My mother was a Campbell and this is the way that Campbells go about doing things. At least in my branch. Well, except none of the others would have bothered to research anything. I'm counting on mine being after the fact to help keep me in the clan. True to my family, I did not consult with my doctor either. (I'm not saying you have to do it my way, in fact, you probably shouldn't, but some things are genetically predisposed to happen.)
Right now it's all playing higgeldy piggledy with my life, but I think once it settles down, I'll be able to manage. I told Keith that once I'm down to just dealing with the fatigue from the cancer drug (which is the major side effect), I'll take it slower if I have to or add in extra days for rest or add in more naps. You'll never ever hear me complain about more naps.
OH THE HEAT!
Something else contributing to the sluggishness around here is the HEAT and its bff HUMIDITY. This one is not just hitting me, but everyone. Full blown Ohio Valley Summer is here. Staying in and taking more naps doesn't sound so bad.
OH THE KITTIES!
Especially when you can do it with these two.
This is Lacy.
And this is Frodo who wouldn't sit still for a picture, so this is the best I could do. He did manage to photo-bomb Lacy's pic.
They're the two little friends I was pet-sitting most of last week and part of the week before. I've been sitting for Frodo nearly ten years now, whenever his Mommy goes away on vacation. The other pets that were part of the family when I started have all gone on. The year after my mother died, I spent the better part of two months over there while she was tending to her father in his final days.
Lacy's the new girl. She still hasn't figured out if it's okay for me to be staying there, but she did figure out that I give good head and belly rubs.
YARD SALES
So anyway, the reason that I didn't have a Mazda shot the other Saturday was that I had started having one of my weak and achy spells during the middle of the day. It was too bad too. This was the sale at the last gold standard church, plus the surrounding community. It's always good.
The church sale lived up to its reputation. They fill just about every room but the sanctuary with stuff, all organized by category. It's the same every year too, so if you're a regular, you know what is going to be where. They set a rule this year that nothing would be priced less than 50 cents, which kind of bummed me out. I imagine it bummed out a few of the old lady pricers too, because I still found 25 and 10 cent stuff. I think if i were an eighty year old chruch lady volunteer who had been doing this for years, I would go ahead and price it how I always did it. Silly rules!
The community sale was great too. We went to grab some eats at McDonald's first, so we went into this city from the opposite end we usually do. It's a pretty good-sized little community, full of all kinds of twisty little streets and cul-de-sacs. We do this every year and we've never been through all of it.
I met some sellers who were selling all their sushi dishes, because they finally realized that they love sushi a lot more than they love the idea of making it themselves. We laughed about that and I told them about the sushi making kit I bought with the same plan in mind and never used. I have no idea what they thought about me buying the sushi dishes. We just all kind of acted like it was natural.
At another house there were four or five different people set up selling stuff. The owners got the cool spot inside the garage, of course. They told me that their yard was "just like a mini-mall." I bought a vintage Bingo set from them and they threw in a stack of old game boards for free. One of the women in the yard was selling her mother's old books and magazines from the 40's. We talked for a long time about our love for old graphics and designs and she showed me a portfolio she had made of the ads from some of the magazines that had fallen apart. It was cool, but way too pricey for me.
My favorite spot was the one where two little boys--"going into third grade" they told me--were running the show, under the watchful eye of dad, who stayed at the top of the driveway. He let them do everything, and most of the stuff was theirs, but he was also close at hand to supervise and answer questions if needed. They also took the money to him and he kept it out of sight of any wandering hands and eyes. I bought a nice Wolverine race car from them, so of course we had to talk about Wolverine for a bit. Then Spider-man. Then Batman. I finally asked if they were brothers, and one of them said they were just friends, but he was helping so he could earn enough money to buy something there that he wanted.
Anyway, we don't have any pics, because we cut things short when I started feeling bad and I went back to nap with Frodo and Lacy. We just kind of unloaded in a hurry and I forgot to take any pics.
But I do have pics to go with the stuff from yesterday's Mazda shot, so check back tomorrow for the reveal.
LISTEN TO THE VENDOR MOAN
And this is the part where we (or rather I) wail about how bad June's booth sales have been. This past weekend was probably the worst one I have ever had. Wednesday was the strongest day last week, and it was a really good day. But it was bookended by one day that was less than five (!) dollars and one that wasn't much over that.
I know all the drill about slower sales in the summer, but I swear this is the worst summer I've had in seven years as a vendor.
Oh well. I'm heading over today with a Mazda load ofcrap lovely merchandise in hopes of turning this big ole ship away from the iceberg. I finally made next month's rent, but it's a good thing that I've done some bulk buys cheaply, plus snagging a lot of freebies lately, because I'm not looking at a big check for the other expenses.
If you happen to know a wealthy person named Penelope or Duke--you know the type, diamond-studded sunglasses and a Chihuahua with a designer collar--who's looking to drop several hundred on quality secondhand flea market merchandise, send 'em my way. If they buy enough, I'll even cut you in on the action.
You can sing that header to the tune of a Hank Williams classic, if you're so inclined.
MY WHAT TALENTED PACHYDERMS!
Apparently, the elephants in these parts are quite prodigious.
I don't care how skilled they are, though. No elephant is getting near the parts of my anatomy associated with fertility with sharp needles. I'd end up having to get the treatment for stress after that, for sure!
NERDS JUST WANT TO HAVE FUN
This is one of my favorite weekends of the year coming up--DERBY CITY COMICON!!!!!! I got my pass the other day.
It has been a real pleasure to see this one grow and improve year after year. Homegrown cons by local folk are the best.
Of course, I go mainly for the shopping, but I've not had a lot of luck with the comic hunting this year. I've gotten small batches here and there, but not the big scores of great stuff that I'm used to finding. Hopefully, this will be a good con for that. I've already checked out the list of vendors and seen several that should be pretty good, including several of my regulars.
Failing that, maybe I can find another Batman shirt. Do they make them in blimpo size?
DVDS OF THE WEEK
Since I was pet-sitting in a house with no WiFi and none nearby to surf on, I had the world's longest and cheesiest bizarro film festival. I seriously must have watched at least two dozen DVD's. Me and Frodo had a ball. Lacy's not much for movies.
It was two hard to pick one favorite, so I ended up choosing two. First, from legendary Hammer Films, starring equally legendary Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing:
You seriously cannot have a cheesy film festival with that many movies and not include at least one Hammer Dracula film. This one is a total ball. Sure there are plot holes galore and a truckload of unanswered questions at the end, but it's a ton of fun to watch. Lee and Cushing are actor's actors and they give it their all, no matter how silly things get. And they do get a bit silly. Dracula has a bevy of vampiric women in matching outfits chained up in coffins in his basement for starters. Why? Because he's Dracula! They actually get nearly as much screen time as the big guy himself and all they do is writhe around and squeal and hiss.
It doesn't get much better than this. I am now hunting through my stash to see if I have any more films from Hammer.
My other choice was a cartoon show I had never heard of before.
This show is kind of a mix between X-Files, Men in Black, and one of my fave animated shows ever: Ben Ten Alien Force. The basic premise is that aliens have been visiting Earth for centuries, giving rise to most of our myths and legends and monsters. Most of their purposes are less than benevolent.
An alliance of government agencies created the Roswell incident as a hoax in the 40's, to try and convince the world that aliens don't exist. Ever since, they've been fighting the evil creatures, while denying they exist. The plot definitely takes some twists and turns, and like most shows of this nature, you're never quite sure who to trust. The Wikipedia page for the show does a good job of breaking it down. (SPOILER ALERT!)
Plus, one of the characters is a Banshee! I am now on a quest to track down more of this fun show.
THIS MEANS YOU
WRAPPING UP!
Well, this was a rambly ramble. I had a lot stored up since last week. Have some Music for Monday to help it all go down.
Is June really almost over? Egads!
Have I really only done less than a dozen posts this month? Odd's Bodkins!
I shall have to do something to rectify that. Jinkies!
I've decided that I'm going to divide Monday Rambles posts with headers from here on out. On weeks when I really ramble, the posts seem to be really disparate and jarring to read, so hopefully this will smooth things out a bit.
Now, if you don't want to read me babbling about toenails, comic books, Komodo dragons, or making mashed potatoes while dancing the Mashed Potato, you can skip those sections. Or at least you could if the headers made any sense. Chances are they're not going to. Not at this blog. But, hopefully, maybe, they'll at least be entertaining.
Now someone remember to email me on Sunday to remind me to have headers next Monday.
BELATED HAPPIES!
No, not "belated hippies" although that does sound kind of interesting. Belated Happy Father's Day to all the Dads, Grandpas, and people with Dads out there. I hope you all got to do something fun together yesterday. If, like me, your father has passed on, then I hope you had some happy memories to look back on.
HE WAS THE GREATEST!
Muhammad Ali's funeral was one of the biggest things to ever happen in Louisville. Outside of the Derby each year and visits by the President or candidates for President, I can't recall another event that stirred up this much attention for our fair city. The Queen came through once, but that was for the Derby. Usually, the only way to garner excitement around here is to either be a horse or dress up like one.
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| The story behind the caption. |
Anyway, along the procession route, people were given sidewalk chalk to express their feelings about Ali's passing. I was walking downtown a couple of days later and saw this one and thought it was cool.
HEALTH WOES
I'm having some issues right now, but I'm hoping they will pass in a while. It may take a few weeks, though. I've stopped taking the steroids. Between the effects on my blood sugar (sky high), my blood pressure (getting that way) and my weight (approaching aircraft carrier status), I decided that I couldn't take them any longer. I refuse to be known as "Fat Cancer Guy." (Although that could be an interesting super-hero concept.) Or, as I told Keith, "I'm beating cancer. I will not be taken down by Diabetes aggravated by the drugs given to me to help make the treatments more tolerable."
Of course, being me (and also my mother's child), I just stopped taking the damn thing. I never took the full prescribed dosage, so I though that one little milligram would be easy to step away from. Oh my galoshes! I've had muscle and joint aches like you would not believe ever since! At least the headaches have stopped. And the joint and muscle pain only flares up now when I've been busy for a while. At first, I would just sit there and throb and moan. (Yes, I did moan. I'm a man. That's how we deal with illness.)
Ibuprofen seems to keep things under control. I know some of this is from my body adjusting to life without Mother's Little Helper, but some of it is all the little aches and pains I've always had, but was not noticing thanks to the steroid. I'm also experiencing periods of weakness and major fatigue and seem to move awfully slow these days. Some of that last comes from being as large as a parade float. You never see one of those suckers tearing around like an Indy car either.
Of course, being me, I only did research about coming off steroids when the effects started getting really bad. It was then that I found out about tapering the dosage. Keith thought I should go back on them and then start taking them every other day or something, but I'm soldiering ahead cold turkey. My mother was a Campbell and this is the way that Campbells go about doing things. At least in my branch. Well, except none of the others would have bothered to research anything. I'm counting on mine being after the fact to help keep me in the clan. True to my family, I did not consult with my doctor either. (I'm not saying you have to do it my way, in fact, you probably shouldn't, but some things are genetically predisposed to happen.)
Right now it's all playing higgeldy piggledy with my life, but I think once it settles down, I'll be able to manage. I told Keith that once I'm down to just dealing with the fatigue from the cancer drug (which is the major side effect), I'll take it slower if I have to or add in extra days for rest or add in more naps. You'll never ever hear me complain about more naps.
OH THE HEAT!
Something else contributing to the sluggishness around here is the HEAT and its bff HUMIDITY. This one is not just hitting me, but everyone. Full blown Ohio Valley Summer is here. Staying in and taking more naps doesn't sound so bad.
OH THE KITTIES!
Especially when you can do it with these two.
This is Lacy.
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| Of course I'm his sitter! He's named after a Hobbit! |
And this is Frodo who wouldn't sit still for a picture, so this is the best I could do. He did manage to photo-bomb Lacy's pic.
They're the two little friends I was pet-sitting most of last week and part of the week before. I've been sitting for Frodo nearly ten years now, whenever his Mommy goes away on vacation. The other pets that were part of the family when I started have all gone on. The year after my mother died, I spent the better part of two months over there while she was tending to her father in his final days.
Lacy's the new girl. She still hasn't figured out if it's okay for me to be staying there, but she did figure out that I give good head and belly rubs.
YARD SALES
So anyway, the reason that I didn't have a Mazda shot the other Saturday was that I had started having one of my weak and achy spells during the middle of the day. It was too bad too. This was the sale at the last gold standard church, plus the surrounding community. It's always good.
The church sale lived up to its reputation. They fill just about every room but the sanctuary with stuff, all organized by category. It's the same every year too, so if you're a regular, you know what is going to be where. They set a rule this year that nothing would be priced less than 50 cents, which kind of bummed me out. I imagine it bummed out a few of the old lady pricers too, because I still found 25 and 10 cent stuff. I think if i were an eighty year old chruch lady volunteer who had been doing this for years, I would go ahead and price it how I always did it. Silly rules!
The community sale was great too. We went to grab some eats at McDonald's first, so we went into this city from the opposite end we usually do. It's a pretty good-sized little community, full of all kinds of twisty little streets and cul-de-sacs. We do this every year and we've never been through all of it.
I met some sellers who were selling all their sushi dishes, because they finally realized that they love sushi a lot more than they love the idea of making it themselves. We laughed about that and I told them about the sushi making kit I bought with the same plan in mind and never used. I have no idea what they thought about me buying the sushi dishes. We just all kind of acted like it was natural.
At another house there were four or five different people set up selling stuff. The owners got the cool spot inside the garage, of course. They told me that their yard was "just like a mini-mall." I bought a vintage Bingo set from them and they threw in a stack of old game boards for free. One of the women in the yard was selling her mother's old books and magazines from the 40's. We talked for a long time about our love for old graphics and designs and she showed me a portfolio she had made of the ads from some of the magazines that had fallen apart. It was cool, but way too pricey for me.
My favorite spot was the one where two little boys--"going into third grade" they told me--were running the show, under the watchful eye of dad, who stayed at the top of the driveway. He let them do everything, and most of the stuff was theirs, but he was also close at hand to supervise and answer questions if needed. They also took the money to him and he kept it out of sight of any wandering hands and eyes. I bought a nice Wolverine race car from them, so of course we had to talk about Wolverine for a bit. Then Spider-man. Then Batman. I finally asked if they were brothers, and one of them said they were just friends, but he was helping so he could earn enough money to buy something there that he wanted.
Anyway, we don't have any pics, because we cut things short when I started feeling bad and I went back to nap with Frodo and Lacy. We just kind of unloaded in a hurry and I forgot to take any pics.
But I do have pics to go with the stuff from yesterday's Mazda shot, so check back tomorrow for the reveal.
LISTEN TO THE VENDOR MOAN
And this is the part where we (or rather I) wail about how bad June's booth sales have been. This past weekend was probably the worst one I have ever had. Wednesday was the strongest day last week, and it was a really good day. But it was bookended by one day that was less than five (!) dollars and one that wasn't much over that.
I know all the drill about slower sales in the summer, but I swear this is the worst summer I've had in seven years as a vendor.
Oh well. I'm heading over today with a Mazda load of
If you happen to know a wealthy person named Penelope or Duke--you know the type, diamond-studded sunglasses and a Chihuahua with a designer collar--who's looking to drop several hundred on quality secondhand flea market merchandise, send 'em my way. If they buy enough, I'll even cut you in on the action.
You can sing that header to the tune of a Hank Williams classic, if you're so inclined.
MY WHAT TALENTED PACHYDERMS!
Apparently, the elephants in these parts are quite prodigious.
I don't care how skilled they are, though. No elephant is getting near the parts of my anatomy associated with fertility with sharp needles. I'd end up having to get the treatment for stress after that, for sure!
NERDS JUST WANT TO HAVE FUN
This is one of my favorite weekends of the year coming up--DERBY CITY COMICON!!!!!! I got my pass the other day.
It has been a real pleasure to see this one grow and improve year after year. Homegrown cons by local folk are the best.
Of course, I go mainly for the shopping, but I've not had a lot of luck with the comic hunting this year. I've gotten small batches here and there, but not the big scores of great stuff that I'm used to finding. Hopefully, this will be a good con for that. I've already checked out the list of vendors and seen several that should be pretty good, including several of my regulars.
Failing that, maybe I can find another Batman shirt. Do they make them in blimpo size?
DVDS OF THE WEEK
Since I was pet-sitting in a house with no WiFi and none nearby to surf on, I had the world's longest and cheesiest bizarro film festival. I seriously must have watched at least two dozen DVD's. Me and Frodo had a ball. Lacy's not much for movies.
It was two hard to pick one favorite, so I ended up choosing two. First, from legendary Hammer Films, starring equally legendary Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing:
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It doesn't get much better than this. I am now hunting through my stash to see if I have any more films from Hammer.
My other choice was a cartoon show I had never heard of before.
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This show is kind of a mix between X-Files, Men in Black, and one of my fave animated shows ever: Ben Ten Alien Force. The basic premise is that aliens have been visiting Earth for centuries, giving rise to most of our myths and legends and monsters. Most of their purposes are less than benevolent.
An alliance of government agencies created the Roswell incident as a hoax in the 40's, to try and convince the world that aliens don't exist. Ever since, they've been fighting the evil creatures, while denying they exist. The plot definitely takes some twists and turns, and like most shows of this nature, you're never quite sure who to trust. The Wikipedia page for the show does a good job of breaking it down. (SPOILER ALERT!)
Plus, one of the characters is a Banshee! I am now on a quest to track down more of this fun show.
THIS MEANS YOU
WRAPPING UP!
Well, this was a rambly ramble. I had a lot stored up since last week. Have some Music for Monday to help it all go down.
Sunday, June 19, 2016
What's in Mazda?
Finally! A real Mazda shot. I know that I promised one last week full of awesome hauls, but we actually ended up cutting things short as I started feeling sick. I'll explain more about that tomorrow. It's actually got a little to do with why I didn't post as much as planned last week too. Don't worry. It's not serious and it's not the cancer, although it is treatment related. I'll be okay. I promise.
Anyway, this post is supposed to be about Mazda, not me. Here you go.
This was supposed to be a no sales weekend! In fact, We had Mazda empty so that Keith could go camping, hence the blue cooler in the lower right. Actually, this is still mostly from one sale, with one item from a sale we went to by mistake. (Yes, I can "accidentally" go to sales.)
So, what do you see?
If you're new here, feel free to play along! If you're unsure what to do, just watch Linda. She's a pro! (But no fair just commenting: "What Linda said." You have to use your own words.)
Anyway, this post is supposed to be about Mazda, not me. Here you go.
This was supposed to be a no sales weekend! In fact, We had Mazda empty so that Keith could go camping, hence the blue cooler in the lower right. Actually, this is still mostly from one sale, with one item from a sale we went to by mistake. (Yes, I can "accidentally" go to sales.)
So, what do you see?
If you're new here, feel free to play along! If you're unsure what to do, just watch Linda. She's a pro! (But no fair just commenting: "What Linda said." You have to use your own words.)
Saturday, June 18, 2016
Retro Y'all (Orlando Edition)
I came out at the height of the AIDS crisis. A good friend had passed away from the disease several weeks earlier. It was a scary and uncertain time to be gay, but (for me) it was even more scary and uncertain to keep denying it.
I don't want to talk about my coming out here, except to say that it was difficult and scary. Also, it was not something that I really chose to do at the time it happened. There were outside forces at play--malevolent ones.
If it hadn't been for my mother and Keith, I would not have made it. There were times that I contemplated not going on. It was just too rough and I was not sure at the time I could do it. Coming out cost me something that was really important to me at the time, and that something had given me a sense of purpose and direction for several years. Without it, I was nearly completely lost.
A few years later, Keith and I were on a Halloween cruise on the Ohio River, sponsored by a local gay group. We were on the top deck, watching the river, listening to the music play below us. Suddenly, the music switched to old school disco--Donna Summer, the Village People, and of course the ever-playful, subversive Sylvester.
I made a remark to Keith that it was kind of funny, but in the face of everything, we as a community kept finding ways to go on. Ways to endure. Ways to dance and sing and celebrate instead of closing in on ourselves. Ways to live without fear. Somehow, without even realizing it, I had learned how to it too. Those dark, ugly, early days seemed very far away.
This was still years before the medical breakthroughs with AIDS treatments. Years before the passage of anti-discrimination laws in Louisville and many other places. Years before presidential candidates even spoke the words "gay" or "lesbian."
A lot has changed since then. The world is completely different. We as a community have become a lot more inclusive in our understanding of ourselves. We speak of "LGBT people" as opposed to "the gay community." We've grown.
So had society around us. Same sex marriage is a reality. So is anti-discrimination protection in many places. The broader culture sees us as a part of the world--a vital, contributing part. This is a world that I could never have imagined all those years ago. Ever.
The old world still finds ways to rear its ugly head, however. I'm not just talking about the tragedy in Orlando with so many dead or wounded. I'm talking about what has gone on since the shooting. What still goes on. There is a real concerted effort to focus solely on the identity of the shooter to the expense of that of the victims. This crime has to fit in the box that is being designed for it, and to do that anything that doesn't fit is being left out. Like the LGBT identities of the victims. There seems to be this thought that this is a terrorist attack, but not a hate crime, as if it cannot be both.
The problem is the extra messages this attack carries with it--that our identities don't matter. Our lives don't matter. The prejudices that are still directed at LGBT people don't matter. The hurt we are feeling right now doesn't matter. Neither does the fear. Or the anger. Or our loss.
If there's one thing that the AIDS years taught us, it was to never take anything lying down. We don't have to be crammed into those "official" boxes. We don't have to let our truths be covered over to fit convenient theories. We can and we will make sure our stories, our voices, get heard.
We will go on. We will live without fear. We will find ways to live, laugh, dance and celebrate.
It's what we do.
Monday, June 06, 2016
Monday Rambles
Much too much going on right now, with no time to ramble! Ack!
I'm going to be house and cat-sitting for a week starting on Wednesday. That means I'm leaving the house in the hands/paws of Keith and Chiquito. I'm mildly concerned.
I don't have wifi access at that house, so look for a bunch of silly season posts after Wednesday. I'll finally get those awesome smalls from set out up tomorrow and Wednesday.
There will be a Mazda shot on Sunday. Saturday is the church and neighborhood sale that led to the birth of the Mazda shots a couple of years ago, so there will definitely be one. I haven't been hitting a lot of sales lately, so there hasn't really been good material for a Mazda shot.
May finally ended with my lowest sales total in a while. I realized when I got my check that, in spite of it all, (1) I did get a check and (2) that check is still several times larger than the first one I ever got. I really don't have a lot to whine about in the end.
But that might not stop me.
Last week, I told you all that I was offered the chance to buy out a booth for 50 bucks, which I took. The deal was supposed to be for the merchandise only. The vendor had 10 or so sets of shelves that were not part of the deal. She was going to take those with her.
Well, last Monday, I went to the mall to start sorting out and moving the stuff out. The vendor was there with her husband to get the shelves. They had already taken a couple of plastic shelves out. The husband wasn't really too keen on the idea of moving any more of the shelves out. Every time she went to start moving a shelf, he would start hemming and hawing about how she didn't need that and they didn't have room for it and so on. After he did this for several minutes, she would offer the shelf to me. This process repeated over and over again until she had given me all the shelves at no extra cost.
On one hand, this is cool. I can always use shelves and free is good. On the other hand, now there's a lot more work to do. Some of the shelves are pretty crappy too. A couple have loose backs and one has no back whatsoever. I put prices on all of them right away--super cheap for the crappy ones and not so cheap for the rest.
It took me a couple of days to deal with all the stuff, and during that time, all the crappy shelves sold and so did a couple of the good ones. I made my money back just on those! I put all the remiaing shelves in my newest booth, replacing the tables I was using in there. This gave me a lot more room.
It ended up taking more time than I originally planned, but it worked out fairly well, I think. Out of the stuff in the booth, about three-fourths of it got moved to my booths. I'll leave the prices alone for right now, then reduce them a little later. I threw away about a third of what was left--broken, nasty stuff that should have never gone into a booth. Another third went into a free cart--stuff that was okay, but not anything I wanted to dedicate booth space too. It was gone in a day or so. The last third came home to go in my yard sale.
And that was pretty much all I did last week. Pretty dull, I know. I was even too busy to take any pics.
Let me make up for that with some Music for Monday and then I'll split.
See ya!
I'm going to be house and cat-sitting for a week starting on Wednesday. That means I'm leaving the house in the hands/paws of Keith and Chiquito. I'm mildly concerned.
I don't have wifi access at that house, so look for a bunch of silly season posts after Wednesday. I'll finally get those awesome smalls from set out up tomorrow and Wednesday.
There will be a Mazda shot on Sunday. Saturday is the church and neighborhood sale that led to the birth of the Mazda shots a couple of years ago, so there will definitely be one. I haven't been hitting a lot of sales lately, so there hasn't really been good material for a Mazda shot.
May finally ended with my lowest sales total in a while. I realized when I got my check that, in spite of it all, (1) I did get a check and (2) that check is still several times larger than the first one I ever got. I really don't have a lot to whine about in the end.
But that might not stop me.
Last week, I told you all that I was offered the chance to buy out a booth for 50 bucks, which I took. The deal was supposed to be for the merchandise only. The vendor had 10 or so sets of shelves that were not part of the deal. She was going to take those with her.
Well, last Monday, I went to the mall to start sorting out and moving the stuff out. The vendor was there with her husband to get the shelves. They had already taken a couple of plastic shelves out. The husband wasn't really too keen on the idea of moving any more of the shelves out. Every time she went to start moving a shelf, he would start hemming and hawing about how she didn't need that and they didn't have room for it and so on. After he did this for several minutes, she would offer the shelf to me. This process repeated over and over again until she had given me all the shelves at no extra cost.
On one hand, this is cool. I can always use shelves and free is good. On the other hand, now there's a lot more work to do. Some of the shelves are pretty crappy too. A couple have loose backs and one has no back whatsoever. I put prices on all of them right away--super cheap for the crappy ones and not so cheap for the rest.
It took me a couple of days to deal with all the stuff, and during that time, all the crappy shelves sold and so did a couple of the good ones. I made my money back just on those! I put all the remiaing shelves in my newest booth, replacing the tables I was using in there. This gave me a lot more room.
It ended up taking more time than I originally planned, but it worked out fairly well, I think. Out of the stuff in the booth, about three-fourths of it got moved to my booths. I'll leave the prices alone for right now, then reduce them a little later. I threw away about a third of what was left--broken, nasty stuff that should have never gone into a booth. Another third went into a free cart--stuff that was okay, but not anything I wanted to dedicate booth space too. It was gone in a day or so. The last third came home to go in my yard sale.
And that was pretty much all I did last week. Pretty dull, I know. I was even too busy to take any pics.
Let me make up for that with some Music for Monday and then I'll split.
See ya!
Saturday, June 04, 2016
Wednesday, June 01, 2016
Some thoughts about this junk stuff
Junk set out time always makes me contemplate this junking life I'm leading. I usually intend to share them on the blog, but never seem to get around to it. Consider this post to be a random look at some of the things rolling around in my head. Very random. Like that surprises anyone.
My long-suffering husband is fond of saying to me: "Just because it's free, that doesn't mean you have to take it." My typical response to that is: "What? I left some stuff didn't I?"
Right before I got out of the van to grab that metal box from last week's sneak peek, I told him: "You might as well go ahead and give me that eye roll. I know it's coming when you see this thing."
I wish I could find money, like the guy at Things I Find in the Garbage. I mean, I do find money, since I sell what I find, but just finding actual cash once and a while would be cool, even if it's only a buck.
I learn a helluva lot from other blogs that guides me in picking stuff. Sometimes, I pick something up and think: "So and so would make a project out of this." Or "I saw this used this way in a blog." Or the ever famous: "I know that such-and-so would really love this one." I match my finds up to people all the time. I even play a guessing game about what will catch particular people's eyes enough for them to mention it in a comment. I'm right a lot of the time.
On the nicer side of the neighborhood, where people have alleys and garages and off street parking and trash pick up, they tend to toss their junk out at any time. It doesn't get picked up, but it's out of sight, out of mind until the next pick up comes around. I've started taking Sunday evening "junk constitutionals" to see what's new.
People complain about the mess that gets left behind when people go through the junk piles. Scrappers are notorious for rooting through stuff and making a huge mess. I've learned over the years, however, that there are a fair number of piles that start out as a mess from the moment the stuff is put out. An awful lot of residents just randomly toss things out into huge, unorganized piles that cascade all over the place, at gravity's accord.
I'm not saying that to excuse junkers and pickers, but it is time to bring a little perspective to the issue.
Making a mess is something that I will go out of my way to avoid. Items I pull out of boxes go right back in the boxes or into other boxes. One time, I accidentally dropped some glass stuff and stayed until I had picked up every shard and carefully disposed of them. I'll even tell home-owners I see that I won't leave a mess.
One of the biggest contributors to the mess situation is clothing. People put out bags of clothing that get torn open and scattered, then it all gets rained on. I very rarely open bags, especially if I can tell they're full of clothes. We are not that far from a Goodwill, and there are several churches in the area that have clothing closets and do give-aways. We also have three or four of those for-profit thrift drop boxes for clothes scattered throughout the neighborhood. There are even several charities that pick up donations. Tossing useable clothing is something I just don't understand.
Seeing boxes of books at the curb always makes me sad, even when I know it's stuff that no one is going to want.
Queen of Fifty Cents coined the term "Taker's Remorse" the other day in a post. This is the feeling you get from picking up freebies that you really don't want or that really aren't what you need/want. Our junk set out periods easily resolve this dilemma. Typically for me, there's a flaw that I didn't see when I grabbed something. I work kind of fast and quickly shove things in to my bag. When I look at something later and realize that it's not going to work for me, I either leave it on someone else's pile or toss it on my own when I get home. Problem solved!
If something makes it to the booth and turns out to be a dud, it will eventually get a markdown or two, then head to a sidewalk sale, if necessary. After all, it was free.
My long-suffering husband is fond of saying to me: "Just because it's free, that doesn't mean you have to take it." My typical response to that is: "What? I left some stuff didn't I?"
Right before I got out of the van to grab that metal box from last week's sneak peek, I told him: "You might as well go ahead and give me that eye roll. I know it's coming when you see this thing."
I wish I could find money, like the guy at Things I Find in the Garbage. I mean, I do find money, since I sell what I find, but just finding actual cash once and a while would be cool, even if it's only a buck.
I learn a helluva lot from other blogs that guides me in picking stuff. Sometimes, I pick something up and think: "So and so would make a project out of this." Or "I saw this used this way in a blog." Or the ever famous: "I know that such-and-so would really love this one." I match my finds up to people all the time. I even play a guessing game about what will catch particular people's eyes enough for them to mention it in a comment. I'm right a lot of the time.
On the nicer side of the neighborhood, where people have alleys and garages and off street parking and trash pick up, they tend to toss their junk out at any time. It doesn't get picked up, but it's out of sight, out of mind until the next pick up comes around. I've started taking Sunday evening "junk constitutionals" to see what's new.
People complain about the mess that gets left behind when people go through the junk piles. Scrappers are notorious for rooting through stuff and making a huge mess. I've learned over the years, however, that there are a fair number of piles that start out as a mess from the moment the stuff is put out. An awful lot of residents just randomly toss things out into huge, unorganized piles that cascade all over the place, at gravity's accord.
I'm not saying that to excuse junkers and pickers, but it is time to bring a little perspective to the issue.
Making a mess is something that I will go out of my way to avoid. Items I pull out of boxes go right back in the boxes or into other boxes. One time, I accidentally dropped some glass stuff and stayed until I had picked up every shard and carefully disposed of them. I'll even tell home-owners I see that I won't leave a mess.
One of the biggest contributors to the mess situation is clothing. People put out bags of clothing that get torn open and scattered, then it all gets rained on. I very rarely open bags, especially if I can tell they're full of clothes. We are not that far from a Goodwill, and there are several churches in the area that have clothing closets and do give-aways. We also have three or four of those for-profit thrift drop boxes for clothes scattered throughout the neighborhood. There are even several charities that pick up donations. Tossing useable clothing is something I just don't understand.
Seeing boxes of books at the curb always makes me sad, even when I know it's stuff that no one is going to want.
Queen of Fifty Cents coined the term "Taker's Remorse" the other day in a post. This is the feeling you get from picking up freebies that you really don't want or that really aren't what you need/want. Our junk set out periods easily resolve this dilemma. Typically for me, there's a flaw that I didn't see when I grabbed something. I work kind of fast and quickly shove things in to my bag. When I look at something later and realize that it's not going to work for me, I either leave it on someone else's pile or toss it on my own when I get home. Problem solved!
If something makes it to the booth and turns out to be a dud, it will eventually get a markdown or two, then head to a sidewalk sale, if necessary. After all, it was free.
Tuesday, May 31, 2016
Continuing the Set Out Junk
This will pretty much wrap up the big stuff this time around. There is one thing at the booth that I need to remember to photograph. I can't wait to show you the smalls! There's some awesomeness there you have to see. I'm still tickled about it, because it's NERDY!
That will have to wait a few days, however.
There were four themes this time around. One was windows.
The smallest one has no glass. Every member of this cute trio has awesome hardware on it. The one in front has this amazing rusty knob at the bottom.
I forgot to get this pic until the window was already in Mazda. Those are eight individual panes of glass. This was the heaviest of all of them, so of course, it was (say it with me) at the bottom of the hill.
I actually did not find any windows until the very last day of the hunt. I was getting kind of anxious about it, because I really wanted to find some. I've been out for a while, and most local purchase options are way too pricey.
Another theme was outdoor side tables.
The thing on top is one of those fold up stools, but it's a similar concept. There's one more, but it needs a really deep cleaning. These needed some cleaning, but not as much.
Another theme was frames. There's a rustic-looking one in this shot, plus the one in the last pic, plus a few more to come.
The brown thing is a counter top that would make a nice sign or project. The wood is really super. There were several of them in one spot, and, of course, I only took one, then thought it over, went back for more, and they were all gone.
The vintage light fixture has these modern shades etched with western scenes. They are cute, but totally wrong for the fixture. I'm removing them to sell separately. The cute little doll cradle has some issues, but in the right hands is totally saveable.
Another frame. I took that nasty backing out of it. You can also see a photo-bombing vintage typewriter that was supposed to be in yesterday's pics, but somehow got missed. Oh well.
The fourth theme was chairs. One was in the first batch of pics, plus the blue stool from yesterday. There are three more, but I had to throw them on the Hillock due to lack of room at the house. There's one more at the house, but it'll show up in the next batch.
Now that I think about it, there was a fifth theme: Little Tikes, which is almost always a theme at set out time. I'll spare you the pics this time, but I found a table, two chairs, and my first-ever ride-in car! I'm kind of dreading taking that to the booth.
Look for the smalls on Thursday and Friday. I think they'll have to be two parts. There's too much awesome for just one post. Trust me on that one.
That will have to wait a few days, however.
There were four themes this time around. One was windows.
The smallest one has no glass. Every member of this cute trio has awesome hardware on it. The one in front has this amazing rusty knob at the bottom.
I forgot to get this pic until the window was already in Mazda. Those are eight individual panes of glass. This was the heaviest of all of them, so of course, it was (say it with me) at the bottom of the hill.
I actually did not find any windows until the very last day of the hunt. I was getting kind of anxious about it, because I really wanted to find some. I've been out for a while, and most local purchase options are way too pricey.
Another theme was outdoor side tables.
The thing on top is one of those fold up stools, but it's a similar concept. There's one more, but it needs a really deep cleaning. These needed some cleaning, but not as much.
Another theme was frames. There's a rustic-looking one in this shot, plus the one in the last pic, plus a few more to come.
The brown thing is a counter top that would make a nice sign or project. The wood is really super. There were several of them in one spot, and, of course, I only took one, then thought it over, went back for more, and they were all gone.
The vintage light fixture has these modern shades etched with western scenes. They are cute, but totally wrong for the fixture. I'm removing them to sell separately. The cute little doll cradle has some issues, but in the right hands is totally saveable.
Another frame. I took that nasty backing out of it. You can also see a photo-bombing vintage typewriter that was supposed to be in yesterday's pics, but somehow got missed. Oh well.
The fourth theme was chairs. One was in the first batch of pics, plus the blue stool from yesterday. There are three more, but I had to throw them on the Hillock due to lack of room at the house. There's one more at the house, but it'll show up in the next batch.
Now that I think about it, there was a fifth theme: Little Tikes, which is almost always a theme at set out time. I'll spare you the pics this time, but I found a table, two chairs, and my first-ever ride-in car! I'm kind of dreading taking that to the booth.
Look for the smalls on Thursday and Friday. I think they'll have to be two parts. There's too much awesome for just one post. Trust me on that one.
Monday, May 30, 2016
Monday Rambles
Behold the wisdom of the fortune cookie!
Behold the wisdom of the trash can in the alley!
Saw that one while on atrash crawl constitutional during junk set out.
I have a feeling if everyone would take both bits of advice to heart, this world would be a better place.
Who says flea markets aren't classy?
C'mon! We got caviar in the salvage groceries! Top that!
I found my birthday present the other day in a showcase across from my booth.
That's the way cool 70's Batmobile, by the way. And it has both figures with it! Now, I just need to find someone who loves me enough to drop 50 bucks (!) on it. Well, we do have six months to save up.
Shara did a ramble last week, so I'm doing a phone dump this week. More to come in a second.
I have never been more glad to see a month end than this one. Barring a HUGE rush today and tomorrow, I'm going to have my lowest total for 2016, and the lowest one in a while. Sales have just been off. And it's not just me. Nearly everyone I know here is seriously crying the blues, no matter what mall they're in. Sigh.
I know that May means Derby, Mother's Day, the start of warm weather, yard work, yard sales, graduations and proms. I know that this is just a cyclical downturn and things will pick back up when it finally gets too warm for thewimpy somewhat less than hardcore yard sale shoppers. But, dammit, I'm overly dramatic! I wail because it's what I do. And right now, I'm having a good one. Wail, that is. Not month.
If you listen close you can probably hear me.
How slow has it been? Well, the last two times I've gone in to straighten up, there was nothing to do! Typically, when things are the slowest, that's when booths get the messiest. At least mine do. Counter-intuitive, I know, but that's been the pattern borne out by seven years of experience. This time around, they're almost spotless. Even the comic booth, which is always a wreck. Sigh.
I was loading the van yesterday, when I started hearing some murmurings from the stuff I was putting in. It seems I had promised them their moment in the blog, but had never gotten around to getting pictures. In the interest of peace and harmony, here are a few shots of some recent purchases.
Heavy, rusted antique snow shovel. I can see this baby in someone's porch decor this winter.
Painted bench and vintage metal kid-size folding chair. I got three of the chairs. If there had been more, I would have gotten more. This came from a church sale I like a lot. Every year, they bring out a few items from their defunct school. Usually, it's school desks. This year, it was these chairs.
Two drawers from the same sale. I've been kicking myself for not getting more, as they had a bunch. I love those heavy metal candle holders. The big GI Joe ship came from a fund-raiser sale that a friend of mine puts on every year. I was looking through all the small toys on a table when she said "Don't forget the big toys too." And there it sat. My friends know me so well. I also got a huge box full of those big cardboard bricks that they use in nursery schools. I forgot to get a pic of it.
Speaking of forgotten pics, that photobombing blue thing in the back is a handmade child's stool from the junk set out. This apparently is the only shot I took of it. It flips over, so it can still be used as the child grows. It was completely filthy, but totally solid.
Speaking of the curb finds, they'll be back tomorrow. I'll be wrapping up the bigger stuff then and moving on the the smalls by the end of the week. The smalls are where the real awesomeness lies.
I hope everyone has nice plans for the holiday. I was intending to go to the Big Flea today in honor of my mother. The sixth anniversary of her death was Saturday. Memorial weekend has a slightly different meaning for me, I guess.
However, when I was dropping stuff off at the booth, a soon-to-be-departing vendor offered me her two booths full of stuff for fifty bucks. She's been running a sale all month to clear things out, but still had a whole lot left. There's easily fifty bucks worth of movies alone.
On Wednesday, I'll ask the mall to add her number to my account, so I don't have to re-tag everything. Having a separate number for the buy helps me track the sales easily as well. They can't do it until she gets removed from the system at the end of the month, or all of her sales for May will be added to mine. (Well, she did say I could have everything.)
So instead of the flea market, I'll be heading to the Peddlers Mall today to sort out that stuff. If anyone does want anything, I can re-tag it. Otherwise, I'll pull it off the floor and stash it until the first. The largest items (and there is a little bit of furniture) will go right into my spaces with new tags. She kept her stuff fairly organized, so it won't be a hard job, but it will take most of the day.
I think Mom would understand. I'll hit the Big Flea again in July, in honor of her birthday. She would be 74.
The only thing I was going to be hunting at the flea market was comics, since I am running short. However, there's already a sale for Saturday on Craigslist that advertises "thousands" of comics for 50 cents each. And there's a con coming up at the end of June. I think I'll be all right.
Yes, I do realize that I paid for the privilege of cleaning out someone else's spaces. It's good karma. The last two vendors to leave ended up just giving me tons of stuff they didn't want to haul out.
I can't play on the scale of some of the larger vendors, but I do okay for myself. The best stuff kind of falls into your lap, it seems.
Yes, I know this is why Sorrow Mountain is a thing. It is slowly coming down. I need to get some pics of that progress for you all.
Behold the wisdom of the trash can in the alley!
Saw that one while on a
I have a feeling if everyone would take both bits of advice to heart, this world would be a better place.
Who says flea markets aren't classy?
C'mon! We got caviar in the salvage groceries! Top that!
I found my birthday present the other day in a showcase across from my booth.
That's the way cool 70's Batmobile, by the way. And it has both figures with it! Now, I just need to find someone who loves me enough to drop 50 bucks (!) on it. Well, we do have six months to save up.
Shara did a ramble last week, so I'm doing a phone dump this week. More to come in a second.
I have never been more glad to see a month end than this one. Barring a HUGE rush today and tomorrow, I'm going to have my lowest total for 2016, and the lowest one in a while. Sales have just been off. And it's not just me. Nearly everyone I know here is seriously crying the blues, no matter what mall they're in. Sigh.
I know that May means Derby, Mother's Day, the start of warm weather, yard work, yard sales, graduations and proms. I know that this is just a cyclical downturn and things will pick back up when it finally gets too warm for the
If you listen close you can probably hear me.
How slow has it been? Well, the last two times I've gone in to straighten up, there was nothing to do! Typically, when things are the slowest, that's when booths get the messiest. At least mine do. Counter-intuitive, I know, but that's been the pattern borne out by seven years of experience. This time around, they're almost spotless. Even the comic booth, which is always a wreck. Sigh.
I was loading the van yesterday, when I started hearing some murmurings from the stuff I was putting in. It seems I had promised them their moment in the blog, but had never gotten around to getting pictures. In the interest of peace and harmony, here are a few shots of some recent purchases.
Heavy, rusted antique snow shovel. I can see this baby in someone's porch decor this winter.
Painted bench and vintage metal kid-size folding chair. I got three of the chairs. If there had been more, I would have gotten more. This came from a church sale I like a lot. Every year, they bring out a few items from their defunct school. Usually, it's school desks. This year, it was these chairs.
Folding wooden chair from the same sale.
Two drawers from the same sale. I've been kicking myself for not getting more, as they had a bunch. I love those heavy metal candle holders. The big GI Joe ship came from a fund-raiser sale that a friend of mine puts on every year. I was looking through all the small toys on a table when she said "Don't forget the big toys too." And there it sat. My friends know me so well. I also got a huge box full of those big cardboard bricks that they use in nursery schools. I forgot to get a pic of it.
Speaking of forgotten pics, that photobombing blue thing in the back is a handmade child's stool from the junk set out. This apparently is the only shot I took of it. It flips over, so it can still be used as the child grows. It was completely filthy, but totally solid.
Speaking of the curb finds, they'll be back tomorrow. I'll be wrapping up the bigger stuff then and moving on the the smalls by the end of the week. The smalls are where the real awesomeness lies.
I hope everyone has nice plans for the holiday. I was intending to go to the Big Flea today in honor of my mother. The sixth anniversary of her death was Saturday. Memorial weekend has a slightly different meaning for me, I guess.
However, when I was dropping stuff off at the booth, a soon-to-be-departing vendor offered me her two booths full of stuff for fifty bucks. She's been running a sale all month to clear things out, but still had a whole lot left. There's easily fifty bucks worth of movies alone.
On Wednesday, I'll ask the mall to add her number to my account, so I don't have to re-tag everything. Having a separate number for the buy helps me track the sales easily as well. They can't do it until she gets removed from the system at the end of the month, or all of her sales for May will be added to mine. (Well, she did say I could have everything.)
So instead of the flea market, I'll be heading to the Peddlers Mall today to sort out that stuff. If anyone does want anything, I can re-tag it. Otherwise, I'll pull it off the floor and stash it until the first. The largest items (and there is a little bit of furniture) will go right into my spaces with new tags. She kept her stuff fairly organized, so it won't be a hard job, but it will take most of the day.
I think Mom would understand. I'll hit the Big Flea again in July, in honor of her birthday. She would be 74.
The only thing I was going to be hunting at the flea market was comics, since I am running short. However, there's already a sale for Saturday on Craigslist that advertises "thousands" of comics for 50 cents each. And there's a con coming up at the end of June. I think I'll be all right.
Yes, I do realize that I paid for the privilege of cleaning out someone else's spaces. It's good karma. The last two vendors to leave ended up just giving me tons of stuff they didn't want to haul out.
I can't play on the scale of some of the larger vendors, but I do okay for myself. The best stuff kind of falls into your lap, it seems.
Yes, I know this is why Sorrow Mountain is a thing. It is slowly coming down. I need to get some pics of that progress for you all.
Saturday, May 28, 2016
Retro Y'all!
Thoughts to ponder this Memorial Weekend.
Emmylou Harris has an incredible cover of this one. I'd love to here to two of them do it as a duet. That would be awesome.
One of the very first things Keith and I bonded over was a mutual love of Tracy Chapman. One day, I cut a pic of her out of Rolling Stone and taped it to his door with a little note that said something like "Hey Keith! Stopped by to see you. Sorry I missed you. Love, Tracy."
In 1989, we were bus captains to the Housing Now! March in Washington, DC. That was my first ever major national protest march. It was kind of a heady weekend. We rode the buss all night, got out, marched, got back on the bus and drove all night back to Louisville.
The Names Project AIDS Memorial Quilt was on display at the same time, so we snuck off to see it for a little while. It was our first time seeing a large scale display of the quilt, and I remember how overwhelming it all was.
I ran into some friends from college there, which was cool. One of the last things that happened at the main platform before our group had to leave to re-board the buses was Tracy Chapman performing. It kind of made the whole weekend for us.
Stay safe this weekend folks! I'm planning to chill and watch anime all weekend.
Emmylou Harris has an incredible cover of this one. I'd love to here to two of them do it as a duet. That would be awesome.
One of the very first things Keith and I bonded over was a mutual love of Tracy Chapman. One day, I cut a pic of her out of Rolling Stone and taped it to his door with a little note that said something like "Hey Keith! Stopped by to see you. Sorry I missed you. Love, Tracy."
In 1989, we were bus captains to the Housing Now! March in Washington, DC. That was my first ever major national protest march. It was kind of a heady weekend. We rode the buss all night, got out, marched, got back on the bus and drove all night back to Louisville.
The Names Project AIDS Memorial Quilt was on display at the same time, so we snuck off to see it for a little while. It was our first time seeing a large scale display of the quilt, and I remember how overwhelming it all was.
I ran into some friends from college there, which was cool. One of the last things that happened at the main platform before our group had to leave to re-board the buses was Tracy Chapman performing. It kind of made the whole weekend for us.
Stay safe this weekend folks! I'm planning to chill and watch anime all weekend.
Friday, May 27, 2016
Junk Set Out Sneak Peek!
I am totally exhausted right now! As I've mentioned before, this is the week of our official junk set out. Curbs in our neighborhood have been laden with wonderful goodies since last Thursday and Friday. I think I might say this every time, but this one has been the best set out ever!
I've got a lot of cleaning and pricing to do, since I found a lot of smalls. I also found quite a bit of furniture and larger items, a few of which had to go right to the booth, since I have run out of room in the house and back yard.
I'll whet your appetite a little bit by showing you that stuff, while I get the other stuff ready to go and photographed. I'll be sharing it, plus a few recent purchases, next week. In the meantime, enjoy this batch.
This painted table has to be one of the best finds of the set out. I can think of only one that tops it. We found it at a house that had a yard sale we had attended a couple of weeks ago. I had been watching that one, since the woman said she was moving and might be leaving a lot of stuff on the curb. This table was the only thing she left, but I got it.
I love the heavy-duty hardware underneath holding the two parts together.
Rusty metal rectangular box. Cue Donna sigh in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.... It's a really good size too. The scrappers missed it because it was sitting behind a huge pile of branches, so they didn't see it as they drove by. It's usually hard to find cool metal stuff like this.
Large painted shutter doors. Somewhere along the way, one of the slats on one of the fell out, and I cannot find it after much searching. I'm going to try and sell it anyway.
Painted chair. It's got a slight split in the back on one side, but I see this as more a plant stand than a seat. It would look nice with a large fern.
Decorative concrete slab with a pressed in Fleur-de-lis motif. This would look cool in someone's garden. The Fleur-de-lis is one of the symbols for Louisville. It's a heavy piece.
And that's it for the Preview. Tune on next week for the rest! There's some way cool, interesting stuff to come.
I've got a lot of cleaning and pricing to do, since I found a lot of smalls. I also found quite a bit of furniture and larger items, a few of which had to go right to the booth, since I have run out of room in the house and back yard.
I'll whet your appetite a little bit by showing you that stuff, while I get the other stuff ready to go and photographed. I'll be sharing it, plus a few recent purchases, next week. In the meantime, enjoy this batch.
This painted table has to be one of the best finds of the set out. I can think of only one that tops it. We found it at a house that had a yard sale we had attended a couple of weeks ago. I had been watching that one, since the woman said she was moving and might be leaving a lot of stuff on the curb. This table was the only thing she left, but I got it.
I love the heavy-duty hardware underneath holding the two parts together.
Rusty metal rectangular box. Cue Donna sigh in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.... It's a really good size too. The scrappers missed it because it was sitting behind a huge pile of branches, so they didn't see it as they drove by. It's usually hard to find cool metal stuff like this.
Large painted shutter doors. Somewhere along the way, one of the slats on one of the fell out, and I cannot find it after much searching. I'm going to try and sell it anyway.
Painted chair. It's got a slight split in the back on one side, but I see this as more a plant stand than a seat. It would look nice with a large fern.
Decorative concrete slab with a pressed in Fleur-de-lis motif. This would look cool in someone's garden. The Fleur-de-lis is one of the symbols for Louisville. It's a heavy piece.
And that's it for the Preview. Tune on next week for the rest! There's some way cool, interesting stuff to come.
Wednesday, May 25, 2016
Well, what do you know?
Someone wrote a book
about one of my favorite cookies!
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| Love that cover design! |
I'll bet it's really delicious!
Tuesday, May 24, 2016
Inquiring Minds Want to Know!
This
is what you'd "really like to be"?
REALLY??!!??
I guess so.
Society has spoken.
I guess so.
Society has spoken.
Saturday, May 21, 2016
Retro Y'all!
I know she's best known for just a couple of songs, but Suzanne Vega's catalog is full of many gems like this little tune, which is one of my favorites.
Friday, May 20, 2016
Helpful Household Hint
How do you know when
it's time to trim the hedges?
When you find a dragon hiding in them!!
Thursday, May 19, 2016
Tuesday, May 17, 2016
I see dead people (or at least ther stuff)
I'm sure most of you are aware that, if you buy secondhand long enough, eventually you are going to handle, peruse, browse through, or actually purchase items that belonged to someone who is now deceased. Often, you're completely unaware of it. Sometimes, you're acutely aware of it.
Nothing can prepare you, however, for finding stuff from a deceased person that you knew, especially in an unlikely place.
Last week, I wasgoofing off browsing around the Peddlers Mall when I started going through a stack of books. We have a dealer there who is fairly big time. He has close to a hundred booths and thousands of items in the mall. Frequently, he buys out whole estate when the family is looking to liquidate in one fell swoop.
I found a missal in the stack and started to thumb through it. I always buy vintage missals when I find them priced well. I have learned over the years to give them a quick skim to see if there are any holy cards tucked between the pages. I didn't find anything, until I got to the front of the book. There was an inscription indicating that this missal had been given as a gift from some grandparents to other family members.
The names were familiar to me. The last name of the family was the same name as a former co-worker and friend who passed away suddenly in April. She had been a supervisor of Keith's for several years, and they had remained close afterwards. It seems like no one outside the family knew that she had even been sick, until the obituary appeared in the paper, and it was pretty bare bones. There wasn't a service or a visitation, just a private family gathering. When I realized that the last name of the grandparents was her maiden name, I started to get a little freaked out.
Then I found a framed certificate given to our friend in appreciation for her work and got goosebumps. I immediately took a picture and texted it to Keith, who was as shocked as I was by the discovery. After that, I walked around all day shaking my head. You just never know what (or who) you're going to find.
Fast forward to last Friday night, when I am looking through the sale listings for the next day. Lo and behold, there's a sale happening on our own street, right down the block from us. I don't recognize the house number, so I decide to check it out in the morning, while I'm hitting up a new trash pile I saw the night before.
It seems to me that the house is awfully familiar. Suddenly, it dawns on me that this is the house of an elderly gentleman who is known and loved by just about everybody around. He's had several strokes over the years, but has taken daily walks around our block as long as we have known him.
We befriended him right after we moved into the house, when he realized that we both worked for local government. He was having some trouble getting his disabled bus pass renewed, so Keith helped him and then got him connected with the local office for elderly/disabled services. We had been wondering about him this year, as we had not seen him out and about in a while, not even after the weather got nice.
I get it in my head at that point that this must be his estate sale, which bums me (and Keith) out considerably.
Thankfully, I turned out to be completely wrong. Keith says I have the wrong house, and he would know better than me, since he's been there more times than I have. I also rechecked the listing and it was advertised as a moving (not estate) sale. None of the items pictured for sale were the kind of things that someone this gentleman's age would have.
We ended up missing the sale. They closed early due to low turn out well before we got there. I'm really glad that we didn't end up going through another friend's things. I'm still bothered by the fact that we haven't seen him lately.
Up until this last week, the closest I had come to encountering a deceased friend's stuff was the time we went to a yard sale in front of a house that a friend had rented for years before she died. We ended up telling the people having the sale all about her. Now I've had a close call and a close encounter, right in the middle of the Peddlers Mall.
I really hope it doesn't happen again for a long while.
Nothing can prepare you, however, for finding stuff from a deceased person that you knew, especially in an unlikely place.
Last week, I was
I found a missal in the stack and started to thumb through it. I always buy vintage missals when I find them priced well. I have learned over the years to give them a quick skim to see if there are any holy cards tucked between the pages. I didn't find anything, until I got to the front of the book. There was an inscription indicating that this missal had been given as a gift from some grandparents to other family members.
The names were familiar to me. The last name of the family was the same name as a former co-worker and friend who passed away suddenly in April. She had been a supervisor of Keith's for several years, and they had remained close afterwards. It seems like no one outside the family knew that she had even been sick, until the obituary appeared in the paper, and it was pretty bare bones. There wasn't a service or a visitation, just a private family gathering. When I realized that the last name of the grandparents was her maiden name, I started to get a little freaked out.
Then I found a framed certificate given to our friend in appreciation for her work and got goosebumps. I immediately took a picture and texted it to Keith, who was as shocked as I was by the discovery. After that, I walked around all day shaking my head. You just never know what (or who) you're going to find.
Fast forward to last Friday night, when I am looking through the sale listings for the next day. Lo and behold, there's a sale happening on our own street, right down the block from us. I don't recognize the house number, so I decide to check it out in the morning, while I'm hitting up a new trash pile I saw the night before.
It seems to me that the house is awfully familiar. Suddenly, it dawns on me that this is the house of an elderly gentleman who is known and loved by just about everybody around. He's had several strokes over the years, but has taken daily walks around our block as long as we have known him.
We befriended him right after we moved into the house, when he realized that we both worked for local government. He was having some trouble getting his disabled bus pass renewed, so Keith helped him and then got him connected with the local office for elderly/disabled services. We had been wondering about him this year, as we had not seen him out and about in a while, not even after the weather got nice.
I get it in my head at that point that this must be his estate sale, which bums me (and Keith) out considerably.
Thankfully, I turned out to be completely wrong. Keith says I have the wrong house, and he would know better than me, since he's been there more times than I have. I also rechecked the listing and it was advertised as a moving (not estate) sale. None of the items pictured for sale were the kind of things that someone this gentleman's age would have.
We ended up missing the sale. They closed early due to low turn out well before we got there. I'm really glad that we didn't end up going through another friend's things. I'm still bothered by the fact that we haven't seen him lately.
Up until this last week, the closest I had come to encountering a deceased friend's stuff was the time we went to a yard sale in front of a house that a friend had rented for years before she died. We ended up telling the people having the sale all about her. Now I've had a close call and a close encounter, right in the middle of the Peddlers Mall.
I really hope it doesn't happen again for a long while.
Monday, May 16, 2016
Monday Rambles
This little fellow is a bit nonplussed right now.
We're in the middle of our annual house invasion by the ants, but we finally seem to be winning the battle, thanks to generous applications of what I call "Demetrious Earth." However, before the tide turned, they made it into the bin where we keep the cat food for the first time ever.
Thankfully, it was almost empty, so we didn't have to toss much. The problem is that we haven't had time to replenish the regular cat food. I grabbed a bag of another kind at the grocery so we could make it through the weekend. He's eating it, but is also taking great pains to tell me that it's not his "real" food. Poor guy.
It doesn't help that I've been keeping it in the fridge, just to make sure that any surviving ants don't get into it. We don't have any air tight containers large enough for all of it. He's definitely nonplussed by it all.
(If you're nonplussed at times, does that mean that you can be plussed at other times? Wouldn't being nonplussed mean that you were being subtracted? But from what? Oh, the quandaries!)
We'll pick up some more of the regular food when Keith gets me at the mall tonight.
I saw these lovely flowers when I was on a walk last week.
The fortune cookie recently gave me some sage advice.
I never got to talk about Derby week sales, thanks to our internet outage. I ran a 20% off sale at the booths, which kept my sales totals up to regular levels, and even surpassed that on a coupe of days, but killed me to do so. I can handle doing a one day sale, but a week or more is just too much for me. I hate to see that much money not being made. Things have been dismally slow ever since. We're in the doldrums here and will be until people decide that it's too hot to be doing things outside and that the flea market is a much better deal. It helps that they have finally got all the air units in the building working.
The internet outage led to an impromptu oddball film festival for several days, as I was desperate for something to watch. Since it was also during my treatment time, I had some rest and down time with not a lot going on. I got so deep into my stash of strange DVD's that I had to hit a couple of dealers in the mall looking for some more. The secondhand store down the street helped too.
Remember back when DVD's were just getting widespread exposure and all kinds of stuff would show up in bins for a dollar or two at stores like Target and Walgreens? This was one of those DVD's. Because they were so cheap and plentiful, they can still be found at yard sales and thrifts all over the place. If the topic interests me (and the price is right), I'll usually pick them up. Often, they're quite good.
This is one of the good ones. Produced in Australia in the 80's, the character designs have a retro Hanna-Barbera vibe to them that hearkens back to their early 60's heyday. The animation is far better than HB ever was, making for an enjoyable watching experience.
The company that distributed this one also released a ton of others. I've seen a couple. The Odyssey was quite good. Hercules, not so much. While I was searching for the cover image to use, I discovered that this exists. I must find it!
Bob and Penny Lord were EWTN mainstays for years and years. They produced 30 minute videos about various saints, miracles, and Catholic shrines. I've seen many of their productions and love them to pieces. From time to time, I can find one of their DVD's at a thrift and I always snatch it up.
Their productions have a lack of polish that is endearing. They're not totally amateurish, but it's pretty obvious they're not a professional production crew by any means. It's also pretty obvious that Penny loves to be in front of the camera, perhaps a bit too much. During some of their films, they'll be interviewing a priest or a nun, and Penny will do all the talking to the point where the interviewee never gets to say anything! It's kind of a hoot to watch.
Still, you can tell that this is a couple that sincerely believes everything that they cover. They genuinely love their faith and want to share it. In the end, whether or not you share their belief, you cannot help but love their shows a little bit, just because of who they are. Sadly, they have both passed on, but the media ministry they started continues.
I also read a few more graphic novels than usual. This one was the best of the lot.
Set in the early days of the Batman/Robin partnership, this collection shows how that partnership impacted each of the heroes and how a shocking incident of violence changes it forever, planting the seeds that will eventually lead to its demise. The art is sharp and stylish. The writing is insightful and clever--playful at times, disturbing at others. It's an engaging read that manages to remember for a far too brief moment that Batman comics used to be fun. Even though that more light-hearted atmosphere is totally destroyed by the end of the story, the way everything unfolds left me feeling both nostalgic and a little disturbed. Unfortunately, it seems that Batman must always be marred by violence these days.
All product images were taken from Amazon and are copyright by their respective holders.
Today will be my only booth day this week. I have a lot to do around the house to get ready for this weekend's junk set out in our area. (I know you all are sick of hearing about this, but it's a big deal for me.) By Wednesday, there should already be a dozen or so good stashes of stuff popping up on the curbs. I've already discovered that the folks that have alleys behind their houses have begun building their piles. I got me some hunting to do!
Not to mention some crap to haul out here. My aim is to get a good clean out at the house in prep for my yard sale in early June and as part of the work on razing Sorrow Mountain. To get that stuff done, I'm going to have to put the booth on autopilot for a little while. (Unless, of course everything sells in one day. I'll come in and restock then. That would also take care of a big hunk of my backlog.)
I'll check back in this week with pics of recent finds. In the meantime, here's some Music for Monday.
If that doesn't put you in a mood to have a good week, I don't know what will.
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| Please ignore the mess. We're in the junk room. It's junky. |
We're in the middle of our annual house invasion by the ants, but we finally seem to be winning the battle, thanks to generous applications of what I call "Demetrious Earth." However, before the tide turned, they made it into the bin where we keep the cat food for the first time ever.
Thankfully, it was almost empty, so we didn't have to toss much. The problem is that we haven't had time to replenish the regular cat food. I grabbed a bag of another kind at the grocery so we could make it through the weekend. He's eating it, but is also taking great pains to tell me that it's not his "real" food. Poor guy.
It doesn't help that I've been keeping it in the fridge, just to make sure that any surviving ants don't get into it. We don't have any air tight containers large enough for all of it. He's definitely nonplussed by it all.
(If you're nonplussed at times, does that mean that you can be plussed at other times? Wouldn't being nonplussed mean that you were being subtracted? But from what? Oh, the quandaries!)
We'll pick up some more of the regular food when Keith gets me at the mall tonight.
I saw these lovely flowers when I was on a walk last week.
The fortune cookie recently gave me some sage advice.
I never got to talk about Derby week sales, thanks to our internet outage. I ran a 20% off sale at the booths, which kept my sales totals up to regular levels, and even surpassed that on a coupe of days, but killed me to do so. I can handle doing a one day sale, but a week or more is just too much for me. I hate to see that much money not being made. Things have been dismally slow ever since. We're in the doldrums here and will be until people decide that it's too hot to be doing things outside and that the flea market is a much better deal. It helps that they have finally got all the air units in the building working.
The internet outage led to an impromptu oddball film festival for several days, as I was desperate for something to watch. Since it was also during my treatment time, I had some rest and down time with not a lot going on. I got so deep into my stash of strange DVD's that I had to hit a couple of dealers in the mall looking for some more. The secondhand store down the street helped too.
Remember back when DVD's were just getting widespread exposure and all kinds of stuff would show up in bins for a dollar or two at stores like Target and Walgreens? This was one of those DVD's. Because they were so cheap and plentiful, they can still be found at yard sales and thrifts all over the place. If the topic interests me (and the price is right), I'll usually pick them up. Often, they're quite good.
This is one of the good ones. Produced in Australia in the 80's, the character designs have a retro Hanna-Barbera vibe to them that hearkens back to their early 60's heyday. The animation is far better than HB ever was, making for an enjoyable watching experience.
The company that distributed this one also released a ton of others. I've seen a couple. The Odyssey was quite good. Hercules, not so much. While I was searching for the cover image to use, I discovered that this exists. I must find it!
Bob and Penny Lord were EWTN mainstays for years and years. They produced 30 minute videos about various saints, miracles, and Catholic shrines. I've seen many of their productions and love them to pieces. From time to time, I can find one of their DVD's at a thrift and I always snatch it up.
Their productions have a lack of polish that is endearing. They're not totally amateurish, but it's pretty obvious they're not a professional production crew by any means. It's also pretty obvious that Penny loves to be in front of the camera, perhaps a bit too much. During some of their films, they'll be interviewing a priest or a nun, and Penny will do all the talking to the point where the interviewee never gets to say anything! It's kind of a hoot to watch.
Still, you can tell that this is a couple that sincerely believes everything that they cover. They genuinely love their faith and want to share it. In the end, whether or not you share their belief, you cannot help but love their shows a little bit, just because of who they are. Sadly, they have both passed on, but the media ministry they started continues.
I also read a few more graphic novels than usual. This one was the best of the lot.
Set in the early days of the Batman/Robin partnership, this collection shows how that partnership impacted each of the heroes and how a shocking incident of violence changes it forever, planting the seeds that will eventually lead to its demise. The art is sharp and stylish. The writing is insightful and clever--playful at times, disturbing at others. It's an engaging read that manages to remember for a far too brief moment that Batman comics used to be fun. Even though that more light-hearted atmosphere is totally destroyed by the end of the story, the way everything unfolds left me feeling both nostalgic and a little disturbed. Unfortunately, it seems that Batman must always be marred by violence these days.
All product images were taken from Amazon and are copyright by their respective holders.
Today will be my only booth day this week. I have a lot to do around the house to get ready for this weekend's junk set out in our area. (I know you all are sick of hearing about this, but it's a big deal for me.) By Wednesday, there should already be a dozen or so good stashes of stuff popping up on the curbs. I've already discovered that the folks that have alleys behind their houses have begun building their piles. I got me some hunting to do!
Not to mention some crap to haul out here. My aim is to get a good clean out at the house in prep for my yard sale in early June and as part of the work on razing Sorrow Mountain. To get that stuff done, I'm going to have to put the booth on autopilot for a little while. (Unless, of course everything sells in one day. I'll come in and restock then. That would also take care of a big hunk of my backlog.)
I'll check back in this week with pics of recent finds. In the meantime, here's some Music for Monday.
If that doesn't put you in a mood to have a good week, I don't know what will.
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