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Saturday, November 05, 2011

Screaming Fits & Novel Writing

This weekend's estate sale has gone beautifully thus far--none of the behavior and shoplifting problems that bedeviled the last one, though we did have two customers almost yelling at each other for five minutes yesterday over a $65 framed print, each claiming to have claimed it first.  Sheesh.  It's not like it's the Shroud of Turin.  And today we had a little girl (about 6 years old) go into shrieking hysterics at the mere sight of Charlie, my bosses dog, who was lying placidly underneath the checkout table.  She begged her grandmother to take her away, which the woman did, after a few minutes of agony for us and all the other customers.  At any rate, I bought myself a Makita drill, some candles (for my posh Christmas party) and some long-sleeved t-shirts.  I put offers in on a KitchenAid mixer (white, in the box) and a Singer sewing machine table (perfect for my projects room).  I was happy to provide lamps for the otherwise dimly-lit townhouse, and sold three at full price--tomorrow they'll all be discounted 25%. 

My perfume-sniper colleague and I do plan to write a novel together, but it's not going to happen until January, after the pre-Christmas obligations are done, notwithstanding November is NaNoWriMo.  Since I still don't have an Internet connection at home, that would interfere with our earlier collaboration anyway. 

This has been the most social weekend I've had in months!  I'm blogging over at friends' (the parents of Augustus Wiggle), and the NPV and Rachel just came in.  We're waiting for the guests of honor, but much good food and pleasant company is already assembled.  Yesterday, while I was at work, my friend Heidi called me to say she was taking me up on my standing invitation to come down from Pennsylvania to spend the weekend, and arrived within three hours.  It was a wonderful surprise, and Susan and she and I went out to an Irish pub for dinner, then home for chat, the decibel level in the pub being astronomical.  Then Heidi and I watched an episode of Psych.  I still can't always find the legendary pineapple in each episode, but refuse on moral grounds to cheat by looking it up online...