Friday, June 25, 2010
I had insomnia this morning -- what we call "reverse insomnia" because, instead of having trouble getting to sleep at night, I wake up in the wee hours of the morning and can't get to sleep. So I was awake this morning from 4 am until some time after 6:30 when I finally drifted off again. To be awakened at 7 am by my six-year-old wandering around outside my bedroom window making "coo coo" noises at the top of his voice. And then my four-year-old climbs in bed with me and snuggles in right up next to my back -- which is lovely, but not sleep-inducing. Then at quarter of eight, my husband comes in and says, "There's a garage sale lady out there and she's buying all your wrought iron."
Well, it's wonderful that someone's buying all my old wrought iron, but, first of all -- well, seriously. All the signs and the Craigslist Ad clearly state that the sale starts at 9 am, not 7:45 am. And why on earth does my husband need me with this, anyway??
But, this morning at the crack of dawn, a lady spied that ice box in the back of the garage and had to have it. Dan was out in the trailer doing some work and heard the dogs barking the lady in so he was the first on the scene. But, he high-tailed it out, when she wouldn't give a price -- and he didn't want to set one either.
She says, "Oh, I just don't have that..."
And I wonder by her forced aplomb if Dan had started off this sale by saying if it were him he'd give it away for free. She looks like she wished I'd never come outside...
I say something along the lines of, "Well, this old ice box really is part of the history and provenence of this house...
She says, " All I have is $90 -- and I'm on my way to work..."
I think: Oh, fooey. This isn't fair. I haven't even had my coffee yet and I think I forgot to brush my hair before I came out.
But I say, " Ya know, I'd love to see someone restore this... "
Now where's my coffee?