What we decided--as we drove around to garage sales in the Deco District this morning--is that it's not the things stacked on tables in other people's yards we want or need so much, it's that it's a fun Saturday morning treasure hunt, an excuse to drive through neighborhoods, funky and otherwise, to explore and talk to people.
Some typical lines from Mike: "There's a 1952 red Cadillac!" "Look at that old filling station." "Weren't those the nicest people?" "I could live on this street!" "Look at those palm trees, wow!" "We like looking at things, don't we, Babe?"
At the end of the day, as we were sitting at Tribeca Happy Hour and enjoying pizza and calamari (my diet delayed another day), I said to Mike: "If you'd asked me what you probably bought at a yard sale, I'd never have guessed a pink panther. Fifty cents. Plastic." I bought two beautiful turquoise lamps with brown shades, ten dollars for the pair, and two aluminum bar stools, even though I don't have a bar. "They are so cheap you can't not buy them!" Mike says. "We'll paint them Linda Harris colors."
Tribeca is dog-friendly and we three enjoyed sitting on the patio as the day ended, and now we're going to watch a movie at home. Mike has decided not to leave until Monday morning.
The truck is loaded with more old wood to complete the bird/squirrel sanctuary outside my bedroom window on Mike's next trip to Texas.
We skipped winter this year, and the trees and plants are all blooming. Orange trees in the Jefferson area are heavy with oranges. It's been a beautiful day!
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