Himself: Walked, waited, helped clean. Hurrah.
Herself: Crown, cleaned back stairs, arranged for Mike to keep an eye on the front of the house while we are gone, let everyone know the dates we are going, cancelled mail….et al. But we still don’t quite know where we are going.
A blog you might like: The Wild Hare is hunting for a new cat companion while recording the construction of a tree house. She calls her blog “…stories of this handcrafted life.”
Reading: Nothing. I’m bereft.
Gratitude: The dentist. G. Sunshine…little May Grey this year.
Not all books go out for sale. If it is tired, old, bent, stained or too used for its own good, Father Joe gets the book. Sometimes I hate to put a book in the Father Joe bins, but, as I am frequently reminded, we are supposed to be an upscale resale shop. So no coffee on the book covers please. No mayo on the title page.
We don’t get many collectibles. Once in a while we get a reprint, sometimes we get a first edition. Other times I just have to laugh. A 1950’s Better Homes and Garden’s decorating book has a tiny bit of value. The same volume from the 1970’s is just good for a laugh. Frankly my dear, Avocado and Harvest gold wore out their welcomes here years ago.
I always have hope though. I discovered “Miss Julia” in one of last week’s ten boxes, so just imagine what might appear in this week’s donations.