Wednesday, June 08, 2011

Tired and Happy

Today we put the finishing touches on the church rummage sale before it opens to the public tomorrow. I completed organizing and pricing Christmas decorations and moved on to toys and from there to books.

About mid morning I took a break and puttered around looking. I'd promised myself that there wouldn't be anything else--especially after Gary unearthed six or seven books he wanted (including the Complete Works of Shakespeare)  and a fishing reel---refurbished just for him by the old gentleman who oversees the sporting goods room--he has a soft spot for neophyte fishermen and Gary most definitely qualifies.  And, of course, there was my VCR find of Fiddler on the Roof (two tape set--beautiful box).  But I was done. Really. 

And then I saw it . . .

The shiny box advertising a cappuccino/espresso machine. 

No way. I couldn't be that lucky.

I opened the box and--still in its plastic wrapped cocoon with the instructions and all its little parts--was the advertised product. 

It will be too expensive. 

I flipped it around and looked. Some sweet soul marked it $5.00.

Delighted, I called to Gary who was carrying in boxes. Looook! Loook what I found!  I was fairly bubbling. Can I have it? Pleeeeze?

Standing nearby at another table, a woman from our church (who I only know on sight) burst into a broad smile. "We only used it once," she said. "I'm so glad you're the one who found it."

Gary--of course--was not foolish enough to say no. 

I am done now--sated and satisfied. While I didn't find what I went looking for, I unearthed some other treasures--as well as a few stories from the folks around me (this happens when people decide to give away bits of their history). The Rummage Sale can begin--the public can come in and treasure hunt among the tables full of old glass, small appliances, picture frames, books, and bric-a-brac, to their hearts' content.  

Tonight I am putting up my feet with a cup of espresso in one hand, and a book Gary surprised me with (Another Autumn: The Rufus Chronicle) just a few minutes ago. I am too tired to edit and/or proof--the next segment of the Dog Story (are you still reading?) will be posted tomorrow.


Debby said...

I heart my cappuccino machine. Truly and completely heart it. I've had the same machine for 17 years. Each time it dies, I replace it w/ the same one. I'm on my third.

Mary O. Paddock said...

I already love mine. 'Cannot wait for a day in which I don't have to be anywhere so I can do more than enjoy it on the run.

WhiteStone said...

Congrats on the rummage finds!
And, yes, I'm following the story. I could never weave it into a story, but I've often only-half-facetiously maintained that dogs can understand our words and speak to God but they are not allowed (by God) to let us know that. I do not admit this thought to my deeply theologically minded friends. lol