I hope I don’t set a trend of writing in my blog every Saturday night; I can think of many things to do on Saturday night that do not involve sitting home alone and typing on a computer.
This morning, Alice walked in the door in a state of high excitement. "I passed a garage sale on the way here and they have furniture!" she cried, practically throwing the stool at me, and we rushed out the door. Alice, who understands the vitality of speed at a garage sale, dropped me in front while she looked for parking.
I couldn't believe my eyes. It was Table Heaven. I instantly found a beautiful yellow one that needed a coat of varnish and maybe a piece of cardboard under one of the legs, and Alice stalked around it and fended off any potential buyers while I hurried over to the man in charge. "How much for this table?"
He held up four fingers. Well, of course it wouldn't be anything less than four hundred dollars, after all the other ones I looked at, I thought, and I was just turning away sadly when he added, "And five dollars each for the chairs, or sixty for the whole set."
I tried not to hug him, but handed over the cash, and he even promised to deliver. So now I am the proud owner of a big table and five chairs and I can have people over for dinner, so long as they don't want to watch telly, because of course I don't have one of those. Or a couch. That's my project for next weekend.
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