I have to apologize if this is boring, but heck...its my blog so deal.
Saturday was a somewhat rest day with a nice relaxing 5 mile walk downtown with my friend Lorraine. We shopped and had coffee, stopped in at the finish line of the Big Dam Bridge 100 mile bike race which was finishing up downtown. It was too early for much to be going on down there yet so we moved on.
Sitting downtown and having coffee in a semi outdoor cafe downtown and having great conversation is a wonderful way to start a Saturday.
After that I got back home and walked Frisco for a long time. We started around the block then saw a sign for an estate sale and followed that. It was about a mile off our course but that was fine. I had no other plans for the afternoon.
We got to the house and it was a ranch style home on Leatrice. I entered through the garage where some folks were sitting with a cash box and some others wondering around picking up and examining items, putting them down, turning and asking questions....
seeing nothing of interest in the garage I entered the home.
It was probably built in the late 70's early 80's. Wood paneling covered the walls, and there was thick brown carpeting covering the floors. The kitchen was completely vintage...it had not been remodeled or even painted since the house was built I assume. Dark wood cabinets, linoleum floors. old appliances. This house most likely belonged to an elderly couple who raised their children here, who had either recently passed or moved to assisted living. Time moved on around them and they, unknowingly, let the house slip back in time as well. Probably the liked the look of it and had no care to change it. The children had no care to keep the house, remodel the house or update it. It stood stuck in time and the items for sale were mostly worthless sentimental items standing as witness to the homes forgotten state. Record albums, teapots, plant hangers made of macrame and wicker. Some broken accordion doors. a few dishes that everybody's grandmother had, salt and pepper shakers, old tools. The once loved and used articles now exposed and held up for strangers to pilfer through. What a sad way to go.
Estate sales are sad . Yesterday these items were a families possessions and memories, now they will go to whomever will give a buck fifty for a stack of books.
Needless to say I bought nothing. I did not see the need to carry any of this into the future with me. So it stayed in the house. Frisco and I carried on with our walk.
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