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Garage sale finds

There was an off day garage sale down the road today. I say “off day,” because usually around here, the sales all start on Thursday and run until Sat. or Sun. Of course since sales like this are one of my hobbies, I went.

At first glance, it didn’t look like there were many treasures for me to find. There were a lot of tools and metal items that I had no clue what they would be used for. I looked anyway, of course. Way in the back of the garage were some boxes that held all kinds of kitchen gadgets, mostly broken I noticed, for .25 or a bit more.

I’m very determined when I have a feeling that I’m going to find something I would love to have, and today I had that feeling. So, I kept digging. I was looking in the last big box, and near the bottom of it, I found an antique cherry pit remover, a old wooden handled ice pick, two old but silver, antique button hooks and a small satin sewing kit. Got all five items for 1.00. I am sure the young woman who was having the sale did not know what any of these items were or what they were worth to the right person.  I did the happy dance home, since I asked twice if she was sure that was all she wanted for the finds. At least then I didn’t feel like I was cheating her.

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Spring cleaning in February

Getting a jump on doing my spring cleaning the last few days. I can’t believe how dusty this house can get. It seems that I dust in the morning and by night time, there is dust again. I’ve changed the furnace filters, so it can’t be that. However we do live on the same road that the grain mill is, and they are always running, even in the winter. That fine dust can get into every crack or opening in the house. Not that we have anything major. Just going in and out of the front door if the wind is blowing, is enough to bring in the dust.
Last year a lot of the farmers took in what we call around here, “Blood Corn”. When it is taken to the mill and ground up, the red dust get over everything, including me when I’m in my garden. The first year we lived here, I sort of freaked out, since I actually had never heard of blood corn, even though I grew up on a farm. I couldn’t figure out where tall the red dust was coming from, and why by arms and face were red.

Now, it’s just something one has to deal with. I give farmers every credit in the world. There are so many responsibilities. I just have to use more Swiffers.