Saturday, August 28, 2010
So, I drug Otto over the other side of town to an estate auction, to cook him in the sun, starve him and help load an antique rocker that needs the seat re-caned. For $35 I think I have a treasure, and a trip to the attic will get my book and caning tools, a few minutes on line will get me the needed cane supplies and a few hours of work, ok, quite a few hours, will get me a great chair.
Of course, yes, I know I don't have any room for this chair now. But I will have in the future and if I didn't buy it now, I would not have it for that future. And I will enjoy the caning work, and I think Otto enjoyed the auction and being out among people. I know I did, saw my supervisor, saw Janna from the office, saw some of the plant bosses, had a good time and even stayed within reasonable on my bidding. I knew to stop at $135 on the cedar chest that I also did not have room for, didn't even bid on the smaller blanket box that went really high and didn't bid on stuff I didn't have need or reason to want. And as soon as I won the chair, I left Otto to chair sit while I went for the truck and billfold so I could pay for my silly chair and get it home before Ben cam looking to skin me.
Kid was thrilled to have Mommy home, could care less about the chair.