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