Books I'm Not Reading

I can't tell you why I'm always picking up books at tag sales. Tell you what, if you want me to buy your old books you've been trying to get rid of for decades, put a price like "10 for a Buck" or even "5 for a Buck" -- and then you'd have me cleaning up your book table. It doesn't make sense really. I hand my cash to you, I take my new literature collection home and then say to myself, "why why why?" Eventually I donate the books, full well knowing that no one else is ever going to purchase these books from me.

Here's a paperback I bought last season, "Wilt. Just like any other 7-foot black millionaire who lives next door." I did not make up that book title. This little literary gem was printed in 1975 (smells like it), and has many boring photos inside. On the back cover:

Wilt. On court or in bed, can't stand coming in second.

Look what I found...an interesting pic of Mr. C, a very tall man with very short shorts. Frankly, I'm a little worried about the shorts here. You know why.

If you are interested in this book, please email me and I'd do my best to part with it for a buck or less, much less.

Elephant's Trunk

Thanks to Brett for this good lead. There is a heavenly-sounding tag saler's dream in New Milford, Connecticut called "Elephant's Trunk Country Flea Market." Opening day is Sunday, April 5th. I've never been there but you can bet I will be checking this out!

What IS That?!? (Or cute things my husband says)

"What does it look like?" I reply.
"Geez, I dunno. Some weird plant," says my husband.
"Well, yes, it's a cauliflower, of course!"
"What's it for?" he asks with a puzzled look.
"You hang it on your wall. It's a wall thing," I say knowingly.
"You aren't really gonna hang that on our wall are you?"
Silly boy. He should know me by now after more than 16 years together. Of course I'm gonna hang it on our wall. This ceramic cauliflower thingy is perfect for the kitchen. We squabble a bit about the cauliflower. The "whys" or "how much did it cost" (again, just a buck), there's a mention how it looks eerily like a cross...and such...the usual. It's now hanging on my kitchen wall. Where it belongs.