ARE THERE GARAGE SALES IN BLOGLAND?

Saturday morning. "I" and I share the dining room quietly. It is still dark outside, neither of us venturing out to see if day is waiting just beyond the door. I sit at the computer, she in the big chair. A silent bond passes between us. Bring on the day we think, We can handle it all.

I am going rummaging this morning. On quest to find treasures and interesting objects. What do I need I wonder when I am a asked to join the scavenger party. Everyone knows I don't need clothes. I certainly don't need shoes or pretty bricabrac. My house resembles one that might be on the show "The Hoarders." I just don't have things on the floor. Oh wait a minute Steve's corner in the bedroom does. But regardless, we are packed in here.

I love going to rummage sales. I love buying on the Internet. I keep thinking I should buy when ever I can, there may come a day I can never buy anything again. My non-famous shoe box stacks are witness to that philosophy. Many I have never worn. My thinking is if I get desperately poor, poorer than I am now. I will never run out of shoes. Sounds like a plan to me.

I just bought a new quilt with matching shams a few weeks ago. I loved it. Instantly I start worrying on getting the money together to get another, different color of course. What if suddenly I am never able to buy another quilt and shams again. What in the world will I do. A new quilt sits in plastic on the bedroom trunk. I am a compulsive buyer. Or maybe just a nut. Or maybe just both.

I go rummaging and buy a pretty bowl. I go again and this time buy a bigger pretty bowl. Everything is lined with objects. My surfaces look like early junkyard. I try to downsize. Everyone says as we grow older we need to downsize. I walk around bag in hand stuffing a few items inside. Then take it to hang on the back fence and it mysteriously disappears. Someone else around here likes to hunt and gather too.

So I will leave Blogland early as I must get ready for my great morning. A few dollars in my pocket, a smile covering my face I start back. But my eyes are open, looking, searching. I have never thought of it before. Do they have garage sales in Blogland? Wow, I just might stop if they do. But for now, I'm outta here.