I would rather sit on a pumpkin,
and have it all to myself,
than to be crowded on a velvet cushion.
Henry David Thoreau
Monday afternoon it was pouring rain. So, what is a girl to do when she cannot go tramping through the bush admiring the trees and wildlife?
Well now, she goes to an auction alone, because My Hero’s boss appears not to be as understanding as mine. You know, with that whole just blowing off work and doing what you want thing. In other words My Hero could not get away and he thought since my job (at least in his head) was easier to blow off. Meaning I could obviously go for him to checkout something he really wanted. My first thought was that it was a ladder, you all know those stories.
Usually I could/would tell him I was busy and had plans which (do not tell him) I have done. In my defense I did have a date with Netflix and some junk food curled up on the couch listening to the rain, now that is another story. Today, and since I was already in town, I thought why not? To be truthful that phone call to my cellphone while I was in town probably helped push me in that direction. Sometimes I wonder about always having a line connected to me.
Sitting in the crowded hall watching the people bid on things, I pull out my paper, knowing that what My Hero was interested in was not going to come up for a while, and thinking I could write down those words stirring in my head.
Oh I miss auctions, it has been such a busy year and there have not been as many visited. The auctioneer shouts out, “We have a beautiful sterling silver toe ring, what is your bid?” I look up. Since I am sitting at the back of the crowd I cannot see it but my thoughts go to that toe ring under my fleece socks jammed in my Pink Cadillac Boots and smile. I look back down and wonder how anyone could wear those things.
Oh the bidding is fierce and I hear the familiar word “Sold.” More jewelry is sold and then I heard the word “Carriage clock.” This phrase grabbed my attention, I once again looked up. Oh my goodness, I was immediately smitten with this golden clock that actually looked like the carriage Cinderella travelled in to the ball. It was gold, white and so beautifully detailed. My thoughts are that everyone should have a princess carriage, but then again I am sure My Hero could never understand that. I watched as many women like myself bid on it. “Sold.”
Oh I do wish I had of bid on that. It is possibly true; every girl needs a golden carriage in her life some days. Oh yes, a beautiful golden carriage that takes her to her waiting prince only to live happily ever after.
I look back down and smile thinking that I already have all that, and I do not need that clock. After all, I drive a fancy red tractor that goes anywhere, anytime I need it to. I have that handsome prince waiting at the end of that drive and, I am sure you are wondering about the glass slippers? Well now, remember my Pink Cadillac’s? Honestly, can it get any better than that?
Ps: I so enjoyed my rainy day Monday, doing a job for a man that I have to tell you did not have me looking for ladders, but wanting to buy a new dresser for me. I did not come home with it but I surely did have a nice time waiting for it.
Yes, I think this is the kind of job I can handle. I am a lucky girl.