Sunday, Sunny Sunday

Yesterday Barb and I went to a local auction to see if we could buy the garden shed they listed.  We found the sheds new for between $1200 and $1800.  I knew it would be a big problem and was OK until the son of the former owner went to $500.  I think it finally went for $825.   We bought a box of tools for $4 to get a good pair of pruning shears.  Barb bought a watering can for $3 and I talked a lady out of two Campbell soup mugs to go with the coffee cups we have.  I am pretty sure the lady paid $4 for the entire box and drove a hard bargain at $5@ for the soup mugs.  The only bad thing was the horrible cold and drizzly day it turned out to be.  We were told it would be 70 and sunny but no such luck.

This morning I went out to get the paper by way of the garage.  I thought I smelled gasoline yesterday and I wanted to see what was the source.    It seems that our back up generator decided to start leaking out of the carb float bowl.  I moved it out side to air the place out and will go back out and drain the tank in a little while.  With the rate gasoline deteriorates I really should not leave gas in the tank.  I need to get back in the habit of  just having gas in the gas can and using that about every 60 days. 

Yesterday as we went out to go to the auction, we stopped at Banjo Belli's Deli for breakfast.  We were met at the door by the daughter of my cousin Kelly.  Rachel Suell is a very talented artist and in her Junior year at Washburn.  I think she changed her major to elementary education with a focus on middle school history.  Cute, smart and talented are all good things to be.

Meacham's Auction is in Kansas City this weekend and I am surprised at the prices.  There will be a car every once in a while that two people will bid the price up on but most of the cars are down 10-20% this year.   It was definitely a buyers market.  Not that I need another car right now, I just like to watch to see the neat cars.  There was one pretty interesting Corvette that I could not for the life of me figure out.  The original owner only drove it 17,000 miles since 1969.  Might be because it had no radio, no power steering, and no A/C.  The crowning insult was it was black.  No one in their right mind would have a black car in the heartland with no A/C. 

Does it cause you to wonder why some people live long and some die young?  I know it is a lot because the genetics you inherited but I sure hope all the sacrifices count for something.  I don't: drink, smoke or chase wild women.  I guess I have lived these 65 years and should be happy with anything beyond that.  I told Barb that I hope everyone knows that I have had the chance to have a great life and I don't have a large unexpired bucket list.  I will try to stay hooked into going places and doing things but when it is over, it will be over. No, I am not in the throws of any malady right now.  But in the words of my good friend Julie, "We are all terminal in this life."  

Better get going and work on my hash brown potato recipe.   I think I need to get the pan really good and hot and leave the alone to crisp.  I also found a jar of white asparagus at Aldi's and I want to try my hand at Spargel Gesouppen.   Oh well...

MUD