When I was young, my school buried a time capsule. I have to admit at the time it made little sense to me. Like everything else though, when you stop knowing it all, things become clear. I think it was to be buried for 50 years. Oh to have the mind of 1973 and look at the world now.. I think that is why they put it all then.. I will just say we change and leave it at only a personal level. Yesterday I went to an outdoor auction with my best friend.. It was 34 degree when we got there and I had already shed my down vest after the hour trip to get there. I think we had looked at about 2 tables when I realized that vest would feel real good again. I wore tennis shoes and I regretted that till at least noon. We are in to this for sport and maybe something else later. I witnessed enough yesterday to proceed with the something else sooner. I had the capital for us to move to the next level but we had barely discussed when it was time to move forward. I witness over $2000 of resalable boxes go for less than $150. We walked back to the car and I told B that there was a months living expenses on that wagon.. B collects cookbooks and said they had a set from 1993 to 2008 in one box and she used to buy them at $25. apiece and wanted them but she had already spent her allotment.. I told her if they are something you always wanted then buy them. We walked back to the action and 2 boxes went for around $50 each.. That would put her boxes at $3 apiece.. The bidding starts and someone goes $5 and then over on the other side it is $10 then 15. B has her hand up but no ones sees her.. In seconds B changes from sweet to MEAN..She Yells HEY and the auctioneer stops with all 40 other souls around the wagon and she says $20. The auctioneer goes with I got twenty do I have 25. Not a sound, not a hand not even a nod. B got her box of books for less than 10% and we still laugh at the dead silence while she picked the box up and walked away.. Well life goes on and we adapt and the winners find ways make it fit their lives and the real winners find ways for it to be fun all the time.. The woman who picked me up at the airport in the Blizzard of 2009, in her brand new Chevy, is lost to the past. Oh to see her now and have her explain the woman who walks through this world with me would be something to hear. I wish now we had buried some capsules over the years. LIG.
Posted on: Sun, 20 Oct 2013 21:25:12 +0000
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