My Little Bit has been absent all week. I mentioned she is taking her Spring break with a couple of her cousins, both little girls about her age. They're having a blast. I miss her. But soon, very soon, she'll be back and will spend the weekend, through Monday night, with us.
Her parents and little brother, Sport Model, came over last evening and I fed the little booger raisins and yogurt. I wanted to make sure he filled his diaper. His father needs practice at changing same...
Killed an Armadillo last night. Went outside to bring in the cat. Flipped on the outside lights and the digger was in my herb garden. One shot to the head with a CB short and the sucker jumped cartwheels for ten minutes. I hate Armadillos, they undermine my house and fences. Guess I've shot ten or fifteen over the last two years. If any of you guys want some extra protein, give me a yell. I ship UPS.
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My friend, Duke, came by a couple of days ago and left me two big bags of his pink grapefruit. I'd made a snide comment on his blog about my love of citrus after he'd posted a picture of all the fruit he'd picked. He took me serious. I've eaten grapefruit for the last two nights. Thanks, Bubba. You grow a mean and sweet grapefruit.
Last weekend, after I closed Saturday afternoon, Sweet Wife and yours truly took a drive. Since I hate the interstate highway systems we took a nice long secondary road trip. One of the odd aspects of the drive was the number of people on the shoulders of the road with stands packed with household items for sale. I guess its a sign of the times. I lost count of the number of people and their homemade posters touting their junk.
Then we came upon a flea market. If you are a Survivalist (or prepper) the flea market is a very valuable resource. I'm proud to say I walked away with only a couple of purchases.....a pound of shelled pecans, a bottle of water and a couple of sore feet. I did come across a beautiful piece of Wagner. A ten inch skillet of pure smooth cast iron. I still kick myself for not shelling out the forty two dollar price tag, certain I could of bargained it down a few dollars, because when we arrived home I hit Ebay and the prices listed there were all well above a hundred dollars. Sweet Wife said, "You don't need another skillet." She had a point. But, still....
The above picture is for my friend, Modern Day Redneck. Click to understand. Like I said, if you are a Survivalist and need cheap garden tools, flea markets are good bets. I came across one vendor with nothing but farm tools. He had one pile of shovels that numbered in the hundreds. Hoes (not the street variety) stacked deep, and tons of other items sure to please any wannabe backyard grower.
One vendor sold only surplus military gear, some of it issued, most copies. Prices were steep. I passed. It's expensive to try and pass yourself off as a real veteran. Side note here: You'll notice true vets do not wear their hearts on their sleeves. It's tacky. Just saying....
The one item I always seek at flea markets are ammo cans....didn't find a single one. That is strange. I can always use a few more.
Did you notice that either Blogger or The Department of Justice removed the logo from my post of yesterday.......
Anyway, I've got to run. The Pimp just parked and wants inside.....I'll let you know.
Stephen
Thanks for the pic. It looks like the place to be. Did you not go in?
ReplyDeleteOh, yes, we went inside. This flea market is huge and spread out. The items inside the Redneck country store are what one would expect of it. Items such as garden tools, produce, honey, and other odd bits and pieces of country life. You're welcome, and thanks, my good friend.
DeleteI saw my first live armadillo just recently. I've seen tons of bodies on the side of the road, but had never seen a live one until a year ago. My dogs caught it under our deck and it hissed at my daughter. I thought it was a cat and dumped water on it to encourage it to move along out from under my deck. It didn't move when the water hit it. Which made me look closer. Nope, not a cute and fussy kitty. It was an ugly, armor-plated RAT!!! Ewww.. The darn thing finally waddled out from under my deck and was promptly chased out of the yard by my hounds. I briefly thought that my bloodhound was going to bring down the fence so he could keep chasing it...
ReplyDeleteAbbe, they are destructive little beast. They dig like there's no tomorrow in search of worms and bugs. I kill everyone I find in my yard. One afternoon I shot three in row...ugly little suckers. Thanks. Keep a .22 close.
DeleteOur flea markets suck, bad. Once in a while you can find something, but it's more like a car accident yard sale. You have a lot of people looking at junk and scrambling to buy it. I don't need another wobbly end table or tower lamp.
ReplyDeleteWe have great surplus stores and pawn shops, that's the benefit to all the military bases here. No shovels just lots of military issue gear, crappy guns and cheap jewelry.
Max, we have same around our city. I find its best to travel. One gets a nice drive, roadside produce stands and most always a good country flea market.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Max.
dear sweet one - i am glad that your Little Bit will be home soon - but i sure do hope that she is having a blast with her cousins! as for Duke's grapefruit - i'll keep jambaloney away from this post - your welcome, buddy - least i can do for ya as jambaloney would fight to the death to get his hands on some - bahahahha! i love flea markets - especially the ones around here - you can get some really good, old hand tools and tons of cast iron! i know that you can take car of yourself and have been dealing with people like the Pimp for a while now - but stay safe and give us an update after he leaves!
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kymber
kymber, sorry it's taken me so damn long to answer your comment. Anyhow, hopefully Little Bit will be with us this evening. Tell jamie if I had a way and if I had a way to pack the fruit to insure its freshness I'd send him a package for sure. Wonder if the Canadian customs would allow its passage....thanks, sweet girl.
DeleteHmmm, interesting on the logo.
ReplyDeleteIndeed. Thanks, my friend.
DeleteAww, I miss the Waldo Flea Market. I got my first dog there, a German shepherd/dingo/wolf mix who lived almost 14 years. Used to go there on my day off just to get some boiled peanuts and walk around.
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