We set out yesterday morning to begin the time honored tradition of yardsale hunting. Bargains are out there to be found. We just needed to track them down. Last summer we got two highback basket chairs for $10, a bicycle for $15 and a stratocaster for $9. We can do better. All we had to do was spot all those colorful posters with black arrows pointing us in the right direction. Should be easy.
We got as far as our storage unit with not a sign of yard junk, so we stopped in to change the account with which they withdraw money. Errands take precedence. Then we headed out towards Delaware Water Gap because we had so much luck there before. Still nothing. We got breakfast and zig zagged thru some other backroad neighborhoods. Strike three. We decided to head out towards our CSA since today was the opening day for their buying store (which we later found out we were members of by default and had no idea) but found nothing on the way there either. We did however take in the delicious vinegars and cheeses offered by our farmers and Laura snatched up some Jurassic sized rhubarb. Someone's having pie soon.
From there we decided to go out to 611, by backroad of course, to an antique shop that we've always wanted to stop at but never had the luck of driving by when it's open. Some of these antique shop owners can be downright lazy. We weren't there for 5 minutes when there was an emergency that needed the assistance of running water and naturally, there was none to be had. Maybe another day.
Oh ad still no yardsales.
One last stop over in the commercial district, looking for work jeans and being sucked in by puppy day at the pet store. Yuula took a liking to the fish.
Looks like we're dragging that old tank out of storage.
And not a single yardsale all day.
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