My best friend and I made our annual trek to the Neosho City-Wide Sale last Friday. We’ve made it a priority to clear our schedules and venture out treasure hunting at the event for the past couple of decades. It is our tradition, and woe be to anyone who tries to stop us.
We began a bit later than in other years. Tammy picked me up at 6:30 a.m., whereas in years past we’ve been on the road by 6:00 a.m. or earlier. I’m happy to say that our timing was perfect. Every sale was completely set up, and the sellers were fresh. I can’t begin to tell you how many times we’ve arrived at a sale while it was still being set up.
We knew great disappointment when our favorite church did not have a sale this time. That church has been a destination every year. Thankfully, another church we love had their sale. Church sales are great because of the variety of things their parishioners donate. They are also usually quite uplifting as the people working the sale are doing so to support their organization, not just clean their clutter. Those folks are typically cheerful and helpful.
In addition to our normal churches, we also explored several neighborhoods and scored some amazing deals. We live for the thrill of the hunt. We never know what we’re going to find. My deal of the day was a one-gallon Vlasic Pickles jar from the 1960s. I paid a whopping $1.00 for it. My second-place deal was a crystal globe for $1.00. What can I say? I love globes, maps, calendars, and clocks. Odd, I know.
We both usually have a wish list. I was on the prowl for a bread machine, and Tammy is like Nancy Drew. If there’s something from our wish lists within two miles, she’ll find it. We found two bread machines, but one was missing the bucket, and the other was completely worn out. It was in worse condition than the one I’m trying to replace. I left them both where they were.
I’m sorry to say that I was the reason we didn’t visit more sales. I’ve been having issues with one of my feet, and I just couldn’t walk any further. Even with good quality shoes, extremely expensive insoles, and a dose of Tylenol, I couldn’t make it past 1:00 p.m. We normally hunt until at least midafternoon and often early evening, so we called it quits quite early this year.
Tammy was understanding and didn’t utter a single word of complaint about my failure, but I know she was disappointed. She’s the best. I’ve enjoyed her fantastic friendship since 7th grade, and I could never ask for a better friend. To illustrate how great she is, the woman helped me move nearly 100 miles in an ice storm on New Years Day one year. No fair-weather pal would do that.
I’m blessed to have many wonderful friends. I can’t begin to tell you the love and support I have from them. I do my best to reciprocate their awesomeness, but they’re hard acts to follow. I don’t know how I managed to surround myself with such great people, but I am so grateful I did.
The rest of the weekend flew by in a blur. I spent a few hours with my stepdaughter and grandsons, which was long overdue. My girl and I haven’t had a chance to talk in quite a long while. We were once very close, and I enjoyed catching up with her while my hubby played outside with the boys.
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