Tag Sale

How convenient! The ladies auxiliary of one of our local volunteer fire departments is having a tag sale in a couple of weeks and they're advertising for donations. Thanks to BCG's clean-up project, we just happen to have some.

Back on the west coast, we used to call these "garage" sales. That's where they call sneakers "tennis shoes" and the highway "the freeway." Sometimes when I'm back there visiting friends and relatives, they'll tease me a little for the funny way I talk. Especially when I refer to "the city." That would be New York. When I was growing up in the suburbs of Los Angeles, I never talked about going to "the city." But neither did I drive two miles down the road to the doctor's office that was in another state or go yarn shopping in three different states all in one day. Or shoveled snow......

Today we have lots of city trucks working on our nice quiet little cul-de-sac. They are going to re-pave our road soon, thanks to hubby who likes to see our tax dollars hard at work. A year ago, we received a letter from the mayor saying that our street was slated for re-paving in the spring of 2006. So when we saw the asphalt trucks paving the surrounding streets, we knew it wouldn't be long. We were wrong. They finished up their work and left. A few weeks went by and no trucks returned. Hubby called the highway department. They were clueless. "But," he told them, "I have a letter from the mayor." "Then call the mayor," said the surly highway department guy. Well, it seems that our street was indeed scheduled for the work, but someone forgot. So now the trucks are back and we should soon have a nice, newly paved pothole-free street.

So I took a few dolls down to the senior shop, and delivered the red hat lady to the woman who runs it, and who plans to give it as a gift to a friend in Vermont when she travels up there later this month. She loved it and tells me there are lots of Red Hat ladies up there, and maybe some of them would want one. "Would you be willing to take orders?" she asked. "Hmmmmm," said I. "Maybe." So we decided on a nice high price.....well, there is lots of handwork on those gals......and we'll just wait and see. You never know about those crazy red hat ladies. On second thought, maybe it's the lady in the treehouse who's crazy......