Housewives of the ‘hood – This week I noticed someone I hadn’t seen before. It was a middle-aged woman, very thin, with an orange spray-on tan. I know it was spray on because there were no streaks, and it was orange. Truly orange! School bus orange. She was dressed like she belonged on a reality shows with long flowy bleached-damaged hair, a lot of makeup and not a lot of clothes. Maybe I’m missing something here! I’ll have to look around for the TV crews.
Garage sale – (Or flea market, tag sale, whatever you call it in your area) This weekend was our annual neighborhood sale. Put your junk in your driveway and people haggle over it. Participate is easy because the neighborhood advertises and posts signs. It’s well known so people show up. This is my second year here and I haven’t done it yet. It takes organizing and sorting and a lot of standing around while people pick over your precious treasures. Maybe next year. With a lot of car traffic, it was a great opportunity to get rid of free stuff. I had three window boxes that were fitted for my old deck railings. I put them at the end of the driveway with a free sign and they were gone in less than ten minutes. Score! Less clutter and I feel good that someone else may use them.
Speaking of the sale – Today is the second day for it but the day dawned with a light rain. Some folks moved their possessions into their garage but the rain will lighten the crowd. Savvy shoppers knows that the time for the best selection is early on the first day. The best time for good prices is late on the last day.
Constant change – There are currently three homes for sale in my little hood. One recently sold and another is going on the market shortly. My area is big for downsizers coming from large homes looking for a lot less work but not too cramped. The homes are more spacious than our local over 55 community homes and a lot cheaper. The yards are small. Most back up to a wooded area. Woods and cemeteries make the best neighbors. People leave this area to go into assisted living or nursing homes; or to move to Florida, mecca of old people with cheap taxes; or they die. I talked to one neighbor yesterday and his wife has Parkinson’s and dementia. Next year they are moving to an assisted living community with step up care. He’s had an aide living with them for a few years but it’s getting to be too much to manage. His words to me were “enjoy each day. It’s a gift.” I felt sad and happy at the same time because I know our day will come when we need to adjust our living style.
Deck update – Patient readers will be glad to know the deck is nearly done. At this point it’s a lot of small detail work. Hopefully pictures and an epilogue next week along with a return to sanity. (Maybe but no promises!)
So how was your week?