the good, the bad, and the ugly

most of you are familiar with this term.

- the good: spent the last 3 days - tomorrow will be 4 - revamping, regrouping, and reconstructing my spots at country roads. okay, the reconstructing part was bryce. matt and bryce were a major part of redo. (i am still kinda gimpy.)

- the bad: just the second part of the phrase. nothing bad at all.

- ah, the ugly: need to vent. most dealers spend huge amounts of time planning, primping, preening, plumping, and placing goods just so. we fret over decorating and display. we do all this for you - the customer. hours, sometimes days, are invested in an effort to bring you the best shopping experience possible. smelling, touching, unfolding and examining our goods is what we want you to do. but, please, consider the next customer. everyone should get the same experience as the first one on the scene. don't shake out all the linen and throw it on the floor. return an item to it's original spot instead of the furthest corner of the booth or worst yet, another dealer's area. why must lamps be taken apart? why are items drug out and then left blocking access? why should all the customers that follow you wonder what the hell the dealer had in mind with his/her booth in such a shambles?? we have all visited antique stores where our skin crawls and hand washing is a must. we have all been turned off by the topsy-turvy, helter-skelter, mish-mash stash of stuff. we must all lend a hand to make our favorite antique stores stay a cut above.

"that's all folks!"

this week - starting monday - i am planning to do some moving and revamping at country roads all week. at least, that is the plan, barring any unforseen events.

so, if you've had your eye on something and want to deal, pop in and visit. i am always in the mood to dicker when it's hot and the spots need to be redone. you may just acquire that treasure you've been drooling over!

lots of stuff to talk about and, then again, nothing at all.

not much in the way of hunting for treasures.

mom is again on the roller coaster of health. this takes takes over my mind and energy. it creates a lot of thought on the old-age issue. do we want to live past 80? 90? for me, the jury is not only "out" but i believe on vacation.

as with most things, life/living should be quality versus quantity. recently i've run up on this situation a lot more than i'd like to. a few friends are caught up on this merry-go-round of indecision, guilt and hope - their folks being "at that point in their life" . when we hope the sick/old will continue to live, is it for us? or them? i think - us. they will be at peace. this may sound cold but it's not.

had an acquiantance tell me that her husband died in surgery. it provided her with a certain kind of peace. he had had plans when recovery was complete - plans to celebrate the second chance he was being given. he left this earth never suffering and with plans of future fun. we and our loved ones should be so lucky.

tomorrow, i shall visit mom.

friday, if all goes okay tomorrow, i will be junking.

so for tonight and every night, let's all go to bed with plans, hope and dreams . . . .

happy 4th to all!!

i choose to celebrate quietly - "freedom of choice". things are quiet except for the washer and dryer spinning and humming away. boring, you say??? yes, it is but so soul soothing. believe me, i've had my share of partying, noise-making and feasting. tonight i may entertain a glass or two of wine while viewing the fireworks from the opposite corner - very close to the display site.

having lived 1/2 of my life where fireworks were almost mandatory for every household, displays here are pseudo at best. new years' eve always topped july 4th by tons. living on a hill back home, the city would be seen totally covered with smoke by midnight (no smog existed in this paradise) due to all the powder previous ignited. and, as always, it would rain after midnight clearing it all out. not being very religious, i still believed whatever the supreme being was, he did not want this stuff lingering around his paradise.

just reminiscing - that's one of the perks of boring time - reflection. . .