Friday, October 9, 2015

Friday Letters, October 9 Edition





Just call me 'Slug', folks.  
Why is it, I've all this brim n' bravado going on first thing each morning ... but let me stop for lunch, and not an hour later I'm sound asleep on the nearest upholstered something or another.

For the time being, I'm wide awake and wanted to stop to share a few letters.  (Gosh forbid, I do something useful after 5 on a Friday eve!)  


Dear Estate Sale facilitators,
'Not sure why, but I've never been to an estate sale before. Witnessing Kim's treasures, week after week, must have been gnawing at my subconscious, because when DH said we probably need new dining room chairs, I jumped.  Not only was he willing to drive, I learned he used to go estate sales all the time!

I was unreasonably excited this morning -- like an 8 year-old on her way to the State Fair.   Except this 'fair' was the area known as Sun City ... where golf carts regularly vie with autos for the right of way. 

Not long after entering Home #1, I was taken aback by an inexplicable sadness.   
I never came out and asked, but had a strong sense the home owners were deceased..... their survivors uninterested in what miscellany remained.  

And what an assortment of the everyday!   It was like the Mr. and Mrs. had stepped out to church or to the store and never returned. Except for food stuffs, everything else one could imagine was there for the taking.   Crazy, because I certainly didn't know the home's previous occupants ... but I felt odd touching the kitchen crockery, their personal bath effects.   Even the staggering amount of cleaning supplies at the ready seemed like an intrusion.  

No worries!   By Homes #3 and #4 I'd gotten over myself. Unfortunately, we didn't find any dinette chairs, and the 3 boxes I'd stowed in DH's truck remained empty.   

Pardon the photo bomber!

The sweet carpet runner I found for DH's bathroom looks perfect, but I don't think I'll be in a hurry to repeat the estate sale experience.


Dearest His n' Hers Offspring,
If some evening we shouldn't come home, please take what you will -- then run over the rest with the biggest, baddest truck you can find!  
I'm not especially fond of this house, but I can't bear the thought of strangers walking about and sharing their own perceptions.

Dear N.Y. Deli,
You really, really ought to put a disclaimer on your menu. Perhaps something akin to those warnings on driver's side mirrors: "Objects may be larger than what they appear." 
  
Pastrami and Pepperoni omelet


I can't wait for the weather to cool and return (time and again!) for your chicken matzah-ball soup.


Dear Bloggy friend,
I'm sooo excited meet you tomorrow night!   
(BTW, I'll be the one in the purple top, whose left cheek looks like I fell asleep with my head on the waffle iron.)


Have a wonderful weekend, everyone!

Hugs from Phoenix,
Myra


29 comments:

  1. I haven't been to an estate sale in a long time, but it does seem to me they are had after one passes on. Bargains can be gotten there, but I've never found anything of interest. I basically told son same thing with our stuff; just box up what he wants and get rid of the other stuff however he wants to. Food looks delicious :)

    We'll be the slightly (more than) overweight couple; both wear glasses; one is bald and the other has more gray hair than she wants to admit :) I'm sure we'll connect :)

    It will be so much fun!!!!

    betty

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    1. Yes, yes it was. I can't wait to do it again!

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  2. You describe certain estate sales situations well.
    He I like 'em. However was are at the point of something in something must go out.

    I am excited for yo and Betty. Both of you are champs. Love all round at the meeting.
    Love you guys.

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    1. Love you, too, Jack. You and Sherry are definitely on our radar/bucket list for a face-to-face someday!

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  3. I've been to a few estate sales myself. Never much thought about it being a 'dead person's stuff' that I was nosing through. You gave me a much different perspective. I'm with Jack in liking them!! I am so jealous of you and Betty!! Oh, how I wished I lived closer. I would love to be walking in there and trying to pick you both out! (Of course I have that wonderful picture you sent, so I know what you look like.) Maybe you can take a picture with Betty so I'll know what she looks like. Please, please give her a big hug from me. And toast a glass of wine for me!!

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    1. Let's make that happen, Paula ... sooner, rather than later!

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  4. Sales like that are a lot of fun, but they are bittersweet knowing those folks things will be sold off to strangers. I often find some treasures though and keep on going to them. Hope you have a wonderful weekend !

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    1. Bittersweet is such a great word, Ma. Thank you for understanding!

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  5. I've never been to an estate sale but I believe that is usually the case that the people are deceased. I was in charge of my Aunt and Uncle's estate and most of it was given away or trashed. Nobody wanted it including us. It is very sad.

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    1. Wow. That had to have been an undertaking, Debby. Props for stepping up to the plate!

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  6. I've never been to an estate sale - for the exact reasons that you aptly observed. Treasured personal items being sold off by the greedy, non-sentimental survivors.

    Wow! A pastrami & pepperoni omlet. My mouth is drooling but my ulcer is craving Tums.

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    1. Well, Jon, I'd offer you some leftovers, but they were few. (And ya, I hated myself in the morning.... lol)

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  7. Now see, I have a different perspective on estate sales - and yes, usually they are because the homeowner is deceased, at least that's the case in Chicago.

    Anyway, I love to look at the kinds of things that other people treasured. You can learn a lot about a person by what they collect and use. Granted, a lot of what I buy I get to re-sell, but the things I keep for myself are the things I will enjoy too. I like to think that the original owner would be pleased that someone cared enough to buy their item and treasure it as well.

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    1. I'd not thought of it that way, Kim. Now you've got me reconsidering.

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  8. I've never been to an estate sale but I have a friend who deals in antique costume jewelry and she goes to them all the time. She said it's amazing what you find sometimes.
    R

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    1. What's that saying about my trash (being) another person's treasure? Wish I could forgot how many 'homely' pieces of grandma's costume jewelry I've thrown away.

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  9. When my sister and her hubby passed away a few years apart, it seems one of the daughter-in-laws took it upon herself to sell sell sell their "junk" at a yard sale. You now, my big sissy Pat loved colonial furniture and she owned it all from Ethan Allen so I am sure her things were more worthy of the nickel and dimes they received. All the fighting and feuding over things makes me so ill. Everything I own was bought and paid for for. I am glad I won't be there when it is torn into like ravenous wolves! I have so many books and things I love. I am not a high tech girl and I love the feel of a real book in my hands. So of course I own many many books. Gosh other than my mom's cedar chest and few clothes my Mary took out of there for me, I never got anything I truly wanted like dad's bible.I am appalled at times that I was dealt such a short hand with horribly unkind brothers.I know one day I will see my ancestors hanging on the walls of a local Cracker Barrel!

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    1. At least you can look yourself in the mirror with an upturned chin, Anne. I, too, don't know how some folks can just turn off their conscience.
      PS - I'll never look at Cracker Barrel art in the same way! (*smile*)

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  10. What great perception at the estate sale. I'm afraid I would feel like you. Too bad you didn't find the dining room set. This experience reminds me to hold on to things loosely; life is temporary.

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    1. Ah, yes it is. What's that saying, 'We're all just walking each other Home.'

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  11. While living in Bolivia I had to sort through the stuff of two families that for different reasons could not come back to take care of it. It is something I would not want to repeat again and it had a profound affect on what I keep and what I throw away. I would like for my kids to pick first then give the rest to Good will or some organization that will come pack it up and take it off. I don't mind yard sale buying, usually the folks selling are there the sale. My husband always says, don't plant our tent stakes deep, we are sojourners here. We are moving this week to another place so it was a good time to throw out things I had not used in the last year. I found one platter, one bowl that was my grandma and I think I am giving them up this time. She is in heaven and from her view I know she would say, don't keep that stuff, it's only stuff, give it away, don't drag it around. So as soon as I un pack them again, out they go. It's freeing really to let go. Great post.

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  12. While living in Bolivia I had to sort through the stuff of two families that for different reasons could not come back to take care of it. It is something I would not want to repeat again and it had a profound affect on what I keep and what I throw away. I would like for my kids to pick first then give the rest to Good will or some organization that will come pack it up and take it off. I don't mind yard sale buying, usually the folks selling are there the sale. My husband always says, don't plant our tent stakes deep, we are sojourners here. We are moving this week to another place so it was a good time to throw out things I had not used in the last year. I found one platter, one bowl that was my grandma and I think I am giving them up this time. She is in heaven and from her view I know she would say, don't keep that stuff, it's only stuff, give it away, don't drag it around. So as soon as I un pack them again, out they go. It's freeing really to let go. Great post.

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    1. opps did not mean to post twice..

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    2. opps did not mean to post twice..

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    3. Great advice from your Grandma 'above.' I suppose we all get dragged down by obligation from time to time, so I appreciate the reminder to 'let go!'
      Thanks for stopping by, Betty!

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  13. When I was in graduate school I bought a lot of furniture at estate sales. I remember the furniture being out on the lawn and it didn't have a sad sense. Now I'd have a different take. When my mother died and I was closing her apartment I gave almost everything away. I kept some things -- and still use the furniture -- but didn't want a lot of people traipsing through. I'm glad I was able to do it that way and offer friends and relatives things to have for memories of my mother.

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    1. What a thoughtful way in which to bid adieu to those items which remain ... no regrets.

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  14. I've never been to an estate sale so thank you for explaining how it works. For some reason, I kind of thought of it like a big yard sale. I just didn't picture going inside. I guess I need to get out more... :)

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    1. Gee, I don't know that there are any rules. We stopped by another few recently and they had 'stuff' displayed in the carport and back yard as well!

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