Chinese Curse

Last weekend, I did my first antique show since my surgery.  I had done one in January but it was with my mother, so I was covered if something surgery related went wrong with my health or I flat wore out.  In January, I did okay up until the pack up when my leg decided to swell up so badly I could not even stand!  It was a bad week that followed.

So, just back from Tucson, I was off to do a show by myself.  This is the show my mother was thrown out of last year (she had it coming!), so I was wary as to how I would do.  But, across the isle from me is a solid friend and if worse came to worse, I could count on him to bail me out.

Setup went well and then no one showed up for the show - LOL!  Well, there were a few people, mighty few but the weather was so bad that only the hearty set off in the thundering rainstorm to look at old junk!  I did sell enough on Saturday to break even on the cost of the show (thank  you Jesus!) and Sunday dealers were buying from me and actually I sold enough for a nice dinner out.  :)  Horrible show.

The fun part of being on the loss side of amnesia, is that everyone you meet is new and unpacking boxes is like Christmas morning!  It was actually a joy looking at all of this old stuff and marveling at times over the ingenuity of our predecessors!  I really had no idea what to take to the show, so I had grabbed a box here or there, a little of everything.  And what sold?  About six items was all.

So, I have another show in a month and I have decided that a couple of those boxes are going to Goodwill.  I just do not want to go the route of my mother in selling small stuff by the ton for a buck.  I would rather sell one item for a hundred dollars, than one hundred items for a buck a piece.  Who knows, it might work out as a strategy as well as supporting my new physical challenges.

And it was so good to see my friend at the show.  He is always sure to crack me up, irreverent, sarcastic and very fun!  We trashed all of the world's problems with our ample free time and concluded this year is going to be very, very, very interesting ....  As the Chinese curse goes: "May you live in interesting times".  We concur that we are.

Back home, I took everyone out to the local Chinese restaurant, immortalized by Jeff Smith, once as, "a quaint place with unimaginative fare".  LOL!  Since he ate there as much as I, I am guessing that his slam on the food there was more on a comment on the community we both lived in or near.  (Jeff Smith was the author of many cooking books and a pretty neat Christian guy.  But, Satan targeted him and he went down in flames!  It was all recanted later and charges really should have been brought against his accuser - but that will be God's justice since man no longer metes out any form of justice, just political correctness.  For Jeff, he was dead by the time charges were withdrawn.  sigh ... )