Saturday morning was very dark and damp when I got up at 5:00am. I was getting rid of some junk at a local flea market, looking forward to the morning but a little skeptical, really wondering if my cast offs would really be someone else's 'treasure'.
My neighbors on either side were very friendly, the guy to my left comes every week and the 2 ladies on my right were raising money for a charity to honor a recently deceased relative. I had to admit my stuff looked a lot better than theirs but as the morning started they were both getting a lot more interest in their tables than I was. The rain kept drizzling down and I was constantly up and down covering things up and then uncovering them again, or putting them in my trunk. I was seriously thinking about packing up and forgetting the whole idea but really I had nothing to lose by staying put and so I sat back down again.
But then after a couple of hours the sun came out, more people arrived and before long I was selling my stuff left, right and center. I enjoyed the haggling and chatting, and especially having to move more of my stuff to the front as empty spaces kept appearing on my table as items were purchased. By 1:30 I had sold a good 80% of my goods and decided to call it a day. I let the ladies next door take what they wanted for their charity and then put the remaining stuff in a box to give to a thrift store. I couldn't believe it when I added up my crumpled notes and discovered I'd made nearly $200! New tires for Stuart!
Later in the day I drove over to the next village to look in on the Scottish Games which were being held at Great Meadow. I purposely left it towards the end of the day to avoid paying the $20 admission and sure enough as I trudged across the field to the entrance, they let me in since there was only an hour or so left of the day.
I strolled over to the games section where some robust lads, and lasses, were chucking a beer keg as far as possible. It was full, so must've weighed a ton.
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