Our Kiwanis Club held its second annual “garage sale” yesterday; actually, the sale is on a parking lot adjacent to a heavily traveled street. A local guy donates a storage van and folks are invited to bring in the trash/treasure to be sold, profits going to the Kiwanis General Fund. I signed up for the early shift, 6:30am to 9am, so did Evelyn, but she stayed all morning, not leaving till noon. I left early because I had a meeting with a client and my sales manager. Last I heard, we made about $1,000, perhaps more.
At one point, Kevin Camperell, a local CPA and fellow Kiwanian, was chatting with two Mexican lady shoppers. “See that grey haired fella sitting over there, with the sun glasses? $2.” Without batting an eye, the Mexican lady said, “$1.” So I had my value set.
However, later in the morning two other Mexican ladies came by and I pointed to myself, saying, “Soy muy baratto . . Cinco dollares!” (I’m a very good bargain, Five dollars). She laughed and said, “I would pay $10.” So I multiplied my value 10-fold in the space of a couple hours.
When I got back about 3pm from my client meeting, Evelyn was sound asleep. She slept for about two hours, completely exhausted from the long morning in the hot sun. I learned later she had bought the white easy chair I had been sitting in (for $30. A steal!) . . . but today I found about four or five boxes full of things she just couldn’t resist. I told her when we hold the garage sale next year I was going to prohibit her from attending.
Today we went to a Collectibles Show at the Center for the Arts. Not something that really excites me, just went out of curiousity and a possible story for the paper. The only thing I found of interest was a rawhide bullwhip. I fingered it gently and looked at Evelyn and said . . .”Hmm, I just may have a use for this . . .” She glared at me and I put the whip down. Besides, they wanted $30. $15, maybe I would have bought it. For disciplinary reasons, you understand.
Taking Trixie for a walk this morning on the front lawn and looked down to see a tail and some innards from some type of animal. At first I thought the tail was that of a large rat . . but I think now it was more likely an opposum. I’m thinking an owl swooped down and got it . . . but owls, I believe, tend to swallow their prey whole. I’ve seen them on video swallowing a whole rabbit and a whole opposum.
This animal had been torn apart and eaten . . . something I would think more likely of a hawk or eagle, both of which we have around here.
We thought the owls had left. Evelyn used to hear them screech every evening as soon as it got dark. She’d notice them when she’d walk Trixie. Lately, she has not heard them screech so we figured they had moved on. I haven’t checked the pile of owl poop at the base of their house so don’t know if it’s gotten larger or stayed the same. Given this mornings discovery, perhaps they are still here.
I was taking Trixie for a walk tonight and Evelyn came down the street, returning from shopping at Costco, and turned the corner toward our home. Trixie recognizes her car and the second she saw mommy coming home she belted off after the car to see her mommy. That little pup pulls me like a sled dog. I’m 235 lbs, she’s, perhaps, 15 . . . but she can pull me along to where I have to run to keep up with her . . . then I start laughing at what must be a comical sight to the neighbors . . . this little bitty dog pulling this somewhat beefy man in the direction of a dark blue Hyundai . . . with the man laughing. The more I pictured this image, the harder I laughed.
Then, of course, the minute Trixie reaches mommy she sniffs her once or twice and then goes exploring again.
She is smart, that Trixie. She can spell. It’s gotten so when I ask Evelyn if we should take “her for a R-I-D-E,” she jumps up and twirls round and round; we ain’t fooling her. And Heaven help me if I dare say, before Ms. Evelyn is ready, “does Trixie wanna go for a CAR RIDE?” . . . Again, she goes nuts. And Evelyn glares at me cause she hasn’t put her face on or combed her hair or changed her shoes. I have learned to keep mum until I know mommy is ready to go, for sure. We just can’t get the pup too excited.
Once in the car she settles down on my left thigh and looks out the window, the perfect little lady. She absolutely loves to go for car rides. It’s getting so bad I start to feel guilty every time I leave the house and we have to leave her home.
I think Trixie has mommy and daddy trained pretty well.
More tomorrow, perhaps. For now, nighty-night.