The Stuff of Legends

As I wade through the treasures amassed over the past year . . . or three, I find myself carrying piles of things back into the house. Mostly books and other items I could not possibly be rid of. Treasures of unknown value that must be rescued from banishment to the impending yard sale. Books that I have not read or have read and loved and want to save or share with some poor unenlightened person who has not had the pleasure yet of reading the story that impressed me so. Smeagol in Lord of the Rings coveted the magic ring as I covet my books and curiosities.

The 12 Steps may apply here. The first one especially . . . admitting I am powerless over picking up new stuff at sales, thrift stores and Antique malls - things that call to me. I confess that my life has becomes unmanageable - forcing me to have a sale of my own to purge this stuff when I no longer have any empty space on a counter, table or book shelf to add anything new. At least in having one I am not able to attend all the others.

Over the years Mom and I have become known for our sales. They really are legendary in this small town. Our annual sale is anticipated by dealers and collectors alike. I am often asked by strangers when we will be hosting another? Not sure this is a good thing. When the community sale day hits there are usually well over 100 sales available to the visiting seekers many revisit ours in the same day complimenting us on our selection and prices.

This is the last time . . . . seriously. Gratitude to my mother and all her hard work and patience.