Sunday, July 30, 2017

At The Market


Went to my Smiths yesterday
and as I walked by the magazine section noticed
 Flea Market Decor, and so feeling silly, 
I stopped, opened to 
one of the pages of my house and snapped this. 
Couldn't tell you why?
I just did.

Shortly after I ran into a father and son
searching for hot dog sauce.
The son taunted the dad saying "you're making that up!"
Standing next to them I nodded to the kid and said
"I think he is pulling your leg."

An extended conversation ensued and 
a prolonged hunt for the sauce, since my Smiths 
recently remodeled and no one can find a damn thing.
Lo and behold
Wolf Hot Dog Sauce!


It's a no beans chili sauce.
Since he had been kind enough to introduce
me to hot dog sauce I showed him my favorite
Private Selection basil aioli sauce.
I use it on grilled sausage with grilled pepper
sandwiches. Heaven
So we each bought the others sauce and 
ended up leaning on our carts and talking the Steelers.

I love those kind of interactions.
Gives me hope that all is not lost.
Though you wouldn't know it by the nightmare 
in Washington

Going out to the market is the extent
of my social life most weeks.
This week I added
three full car runs to a donation center and 
dropped off over 50 books to the library for their 
fund raising. I use this library weekly,
 to the tune of about 12 novels so 
I want to give back.
When I go to the reserve shelves, often  
I am the entire shelf.
The shelvers know my name
"NORM!"

I had accumulated a massive tower of  stuffed bins
and boxes in the garage for a future sale in cooler weather
but I just could not stand it, and out nearly all of it went.
Sorry Annie, no garage sale likely.

Hibernation begets even more intense purging.
Although to walk through the house it appears the same,
it's the guts that have changed.
Empty closets, drawers, hallway shelves and cabinets.
Empty shelves in the garage.
Everything stored is either holiday or storage 
from childhood for kids and not much of that either.
I emailed my list of gal pals and 
they came and bought scads also. Thanks Ladies.

I may never get my wee house I covet or 
even get to move to CA but I can do what I can
to simplify and lessen my footprint.
Wish I had never made such a big footprint to
begin with. Ah but we learn...
I've learned I like 
Hot Dog Sauce
A lot

Z











8 comments:

Linda @ A La Carte said...

My footprint is still bigger then I wish. I guess I need to work on that. Hugs!

Marsha Splenderosa said...

Goodness, I've just FOUND YOU & we must be cosmic twins !!
My story could be the same one.
A widow now with too too much to fit in a downsized residence and I have NO idea what to do. No idea !! Loved reading this !!!
Marsha

Karen Ann said...


I've never heard of that hot dog sauce and now I just have to go find it!

You know how I feel about the whole 45 thing. *sigh.

Just LOVE your home - need to get me a copy...

Kit said...

Hello there! I am soooo hot! What I would give for a rain shower....lol A cloud, anything! I have to go and look for your magazine. Maybe that would make a good field trip. AC in house, AC in car, AC in Barnes and Noble. :) Have a great week! Kit

Kit said...

I found your magazine!!!! And I am about to sit down on the couch with my lemonade and AC and read it. I already peeked and your home looked great! (of course!) :) Kit

Jill said...

Love you and your blog!!!!!

Jillayne said...

Love that story... those simple, take the moment as it comes kind...
It's stinking hot here and we're in a drought. Not as hot as you get, likely a good ten degrees off, but miserable just the same - I think I like winter best. Or at least Fall.
My purging and letting go has been kind of the same, the outside looks the same, but the cupboards and closets are lessened. The other day I saw a set of placemats I really liked and as I stood there debating yes or no, I found myself wondering how long it would be before I actually used them, and how long it would be before they ended up in the pile for the Thrift Store... and so they still live at the store. Like you, I wish my footprint was always small but at least I can try and make up for it now. Never too late, right?

Jacqueline @ HOME said...

Nice to know that there are still some people willing to pass the time of day .... not many do anymore !!! ..... and, I would have taken a photograph of my home if it was in a magazine ... it would be rude not to ?!! XXXX