Being Fruitful On Father's Day

Dang that was a busy day. I put my foot down and decreed that no manual labor be done on this day of paternal gratuity. Instead we would lather ourselves in the icing of sticky buns and prey upon those wishing to make profit off their un-essential household items via their front yard. Well I can tell you that we killed it.

We only went to three sales and ended up with an overflowing van of goods for very little monetary compensation. My favorite was the group of septuagenarians whose favorite phrase was "you can just have that for free". They were feeling either mighty generous or enormously regretful in deciding to commit themselves to such an endeavor. I know how they feel. On to a little hidden sale behind the airport and another where bargains were struck despite fairly severe language barriers and I think we may have reset the bar pertaining to garage sale bargain hunting.

All that for $49.

Antique boxes, buckets, two chairs, a picnic blanket, a box of antique toys, monkey mugs from St. Thomas, lanterns, a Russian fur hat, a compost pitchfork, an antique ladies travel case, outdoor lunch plates, 7 fabric pattern, a glass jar, an ornate candelabra, two lamps for the shed, a porcelain Madeleine tea set, antique Christmas tree candle holder, a basmati rice bag, and the kicker was the antique Singer sewing machine in near perfect condition.

The little bit of research I could do on the couch tonight with my phone put it somewhere in the early 1910's. I'll see what I can find tomorrow.

We took my parents downtown to bask in the glory that is a Sweet Creams sandwich. I got the Rouen, Laura the Highlander, Yuula a PBH (peanut butter, honey & banana on multigrain), Mom had the Catalina and Dad... Dad had tuna. Vanilla cokes, gorilla fizz and basil lemonade were drank and Yuula managed not to get PBH all over herself so, success.

Here's Mom & Dad posing in front of the building that they walked to the day after their wedding 40 years ago to have a meal. The restaurant is long gone but the tile on the sidewalk stills bears the name. Full circle.

On to that little antique shop on 611, where we just like to look, but the house is literally busting with amazing finds. Someday, when we're all millionaires, I'm buying it all.

A leisurely jaunt in the van thru the woods and small cones at Maryanns later we found ourselves at home and ready for naps. Good day to be be Dads. Good day to be.