Kathy called to give me a heads-up on a farm sale in my area. Do you think I went home to get dried off and 'presentable' first? Are you kidding? A farm sale? She must have stayed on the phone with me for 20 minutes, sitting by her computer, giving me turn-by-turn directions. What a true friend!
This sale wasn't for a casual picker; you had to be a 'digger'. The big old farmhouse was full, as were several outbuildings. I ran into Pam, (Vintage Girl Stuff), and her son Cody, (Young American Picker).
Pam and I decided to go check out the loft in one of the barns, even though Cody warned us that the 'stairs' were sketchy. Going back down, Pam reached the bottom and hollered to Cody that we'd survived, just as my wet foot slipped off the edge of one of the steps and I came crashing the rest of the way down.
Fortunately, the biggest injury was to my dignity! I was sore yesterday and am really sore today. Nothing that a good massage won't improve. Yep, 'happy-first-70-degree-day-of-2012-to-me', I'm going for a massage this afternoon.
But first, I've got lots of work to be done. I have an old bench that needs a little spiffing up before it goes out to Waterloo.
I'm off to accomplish something. Here's hoping that your day is sunny!
(All photos are things found at the farm sale....more in another post, soon!)