I had the day ahead of me with a citywide sale in nearby Strum.
Coffee in hand, cash in my pocket and raincoat on, I was out the door just before 8.
My pulse quickened as I neared my turn and saw the first thrift sale sign...
a familiar garage that is always my first stop. Filled with tables of vintage goodness,
I walked the space several times, sharing stories with the home owner as if we had not weathered a whole year~~but had just seen each other the day before. My favorite find, a vintage child's bluebird dish for a quarter! I collect these dishes, one by one, wherever they find me! I felt lucky!
My next stop was another familiar garage, folks that have supported me and my Barn Sale over the years. They welcomed me with sweet hugs, and asked after my health. Such dear dear people. I felt lucky!
Several stops later, my blue Ford Focus was filled to the brim: vintage feedsack fabric, a sun dial, sweet china~including Lemoges from France, worn garden tools, an early child's whicker rocker....
My first citywide was less than ten stops, but was successful. Indeed I was lucky!
Home to see Dave off for opening day of fishing, an hour of picking up sticks in the yard with the help of three kittens, a bit of time in the hayloft and then a rainy afternoon with popcorn and a movie.
And if things could not get any better, a letter arrives from Nan, who has blessed me with a thoughtful handmade card EVERY week since the year began. In the letter was a story from Michael Perry's newest book of essays, From The Top. My eyes got "all shiny" as I read it. I am lucky!
On this rainy, dreary day, with hair humidified, I awoke with a choice. Today I choose to count my blessings and remind myself how fortunate I am. Lucky indeed!