Tuesday evening I went to an estate sale. One of my friends asked me to go with her, and I obliged. The home is in my neighborhood and we didn't have that far to go. The sale wasn't exactly open at the time but the owner was just anxious to let go of whatever she could sell, so she opened the house to my friend. This was agreed upon earlier in the day, since my friend couldn't stay at the estate sale at the earlier times. As we were looking around at the stuff and some passive conversation with the owner, I found out that the owner and her family knew my grandparents, my father and his siblings. This house she now owns originally belong to her grandparents. Her grandparents were best friends with mine. I remembered their last name, but just vaguely. She remembered attending a holiday dinner at my grandparent's house and how big of a deal it was. I don't remember her, but my grandparents were always inviting various friends to our family holiday dinners. She remembered my uncles and my father very well. Oh, and to top things off, my friend was a student of my uncle. It's such a small world. As for the sale, I purchased a couple of yards of fabric for $5.00. My friend bought a bunch of stuff and spent way more than I did. I already have plenty of junk, er, stuff of my own that I should get rid of.
There's plenty of random thoughts going around in my head, keeping me from sleeping. These thoughts are not earth shattering, I just have plenty to think about.
Yesterday's song:
Just Because - Jane's Addiction
PEACE
