Today’s run:  45 min lifting at the “Y”

My husband is addicted to garage sales, yard sales, flea markets, whatever you want to call them.  We must stop because they may have an old ham radio with his name on it.  I almost never stop if I am by myself; it is a bunch of someone else’s junk, right?

Well, recently my Sister friended me on a FB flea market group for the area in which we live and I must stop there several times a day.  The bargains!  Think of all the things that I did not know we needed that are available~cheap!  It is a perpetual garage sale and I love it.  I have found a few treasures and a few bombs but the best on that I have found is a Highboy for $25.00.  And it is in pretty good condition!

The evening we went to pick up the Highboy, we had gone out to dinner with my Son and parents.  My Dad offered to come and help with getting the piece of furniture into the back of our old pick up.  Boy, was I ever glad that he offered because this dresser was on the second floor, of an old house, with a narrow stair well.  Help!  It took my husband, my Dad and myself to make that thing fit down the stairs.  But, we did it!  Determination.  Team work!  And it now stands proudly in my bedroom.

High boy