That “sign from God” thing I mentioned in my last post?
You know, when my beloved 1981 Trek mountain bike with the urban tires was almost completely ignored at our garage sale, and I said it was a sign from god that I should keep it?
Well, not completely ignored. This one cranky old guy spent a ridiculous amount of time pointing out the dings and scratches and scars on the frame and kept saying, “Well, you know this will have to be refinished …”
Me: “Well, no, not really …” and “Oh, sure, it has marks but …” and so on. Read the rest of this entry »
Behind the dark bug-eye sunglasses lurked a face, young or old, I don’t know. But there was a deep world-weary sigh every time she heard the price of a lamp or a pan or a book at the yard sale.
It was if life itself had betrayed her once more. “How? How? How could this lamp I so desire be $15?” her sigh seemed to say.
“Would you take seven?” is what she actually said. Read the rest of this entry »