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Caution: Angry Weather Ahead


If you are a regular reader of my blog (and modern internet triangulation techniques may have located this individual who is living in a small hut in the Azores), you know that I complain quite a bit about the weather here in Texas.  It’s hot.  It’s cold.  It’s dry.  It’s rainy.  It’s hail-y.  It’s tornado-y.  And it is often all of these things in the same day.

For example, while I was outside mowing the yard today, it was 87 degrees (30.5 C) at 60% humidity.  It was miserable.  And the ground was dry as a bone and hard as a brick.  This heat persisted until about 6:00 when the temperature suddenly began plummeting.  Within an hour it was down to 63 (17.2 C), which was a drop of 24 degrees (13.3 C) in an hour.  And we are on our way to a low tonight of 50 (10 C).  Rains have rolled through and soaked the area.

Also, again, if you are a regular reader of this blog (or, I should say THE regular reader of this blog), you know I have a weakness and an affinity for flea markets.  For the past several weeks we had been planning a trip over to Canton, Texas, home of the First Monday Trade Days, the largest flea market in the region.  Since this is the weekend of the first Monday of April, it was this week.  However, for one reason or another, we decided not to go today.

Imagine my surprise and horror when, later in the day while our local temperature was plummeting 24 degrees, Canton was being pummeled by tornadoes!  We watched the TV in horror as the very place we might have been standing was strafed by a very large tornado.

It just reminded me that, no matter how much I might dislike the weather here in Texas, there is always someone somewhere else in Texas having a worse go of it than me!



Easter at a Flea Market … and Other Signs You’ve Hit Rock Bottom

Happy Easter everyone!  I hope you all had a wonderful day.

I spent part of my day at the Third Monday Trade Days in McKinney, Texas.

Now, I know to a huge percentage of the world’s population, Easter does not scream out “flea market!”  And, before today, it did not to me, either.  “Going to a flea market on Easter” is as nonsensical a phrase as has ever been uttered by anyone to date.  My ancestors would come up out of the grave and haunt me if they knew I did such a thing. (Hopefully, they’re not reading this blog.)  And my living relatives would be just as astonished and dismayed.

But in my defense … the flea market was open … so if I am insane, so were several thousand other people today.

Even more in my defense, it was a lovely spring day begging for an outdoor activity.  Since I am too old to go look for Easter eggs, I thought “Why not?”  It was warm without being hot (about 75 F at first … 85 F by the end of the day).  It was overcast, so no chance of sunburn.  And there was a pleasant breeze to help one forget about the high humidity (about 85%).  It was very festive (lots of kids and parents in their Easter finery).  The food booths were in full swing, cranking out kettle corn, hot dogs, Frito chili pies, roasted corn, funnel cakes, and just about any kind of food that can be served on a stick.  The vendors were selling anything from Pampered Chef on down to rusted out license plates from every state in the nation.

I once again found my spirit animal.


You may remember from my trip to the Ennis Bluebonnet Festival last weekend, that I stumbled upon this very same animal.  But this is a horse donkey of a different color.  Literally.  But the similarities are so striking, it makes me wonder if there isn’t a giant factory over in China just cranking out metal donkeys as fast as possible.  It just seems too fantastical that I would find two such beasts at two different flea markets 60 miles apart.  All I know is that, if there is indeed a metal donkey factory, all of the workers in it know for a fact that Americans are certifiably insane.

I also found these cute little guys.


Now what’s not to like about these little fellas?  I suggested that they would look awesome on the mantle.   Surprisingly, the suggestion was vetoed.  As was my suggestion of putting the metal donkey in the entryway.  I’m beginning to think that my interest in art is not fully appreciated!

Anyway, I hope you all had a happy Easter … and I further hope that you did NOT spend it at a flea market.







Still Not Sure What Year This Is …


You may remember a post of mine in which I was shaking my head at the fact that Polaroid cameras were becoming a fad and that one could buy brand-new cameras from Polaroid and also Fuji.

Well, today I was at a flea market (yes, I know … not a traditional activity for Easter Sunday) and I was at a booth that was selling miscellaneous rubbish treasures from yesteryear, when suddenly there appeared a 20-something hipster and his hipster girlfriend who were oohing and aahing over a couple of original Polaroid cameras that had seen better days (days that were several decades in the past).

You would have thought that they had found an original Holy Grail in good to very good condition and in the original box.

The huckster proprietor shared their enthusiasm (though for perhaps different reasons) and was telling them which of the models they could buy brand-new film for and which models they had to go online and buy original, antique film for.  I found myself wondering exactly what sort of condition the film would be in that had been manufactured almost 50 years ago.

Anyway, one just never knows what fad is going to catch fire next.  I sure hope boxes of old computer cables, speakers, keyboards, mice, 5.25 inch floppy disks, and mouse pads become a big fad.  If they do, I can clean out my attic and finally retire.

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