Surprising Myself

Today, I was talking with my daughter Liz about adding a Mission Oak bookshelf to a room she was redecorating. She said, “Oh, maybe I can put the new bookshelf next to the one Dad has already loaned me.” I looked at the bookshelf she referenced and said, in pure antique dealer-speak, “Oh, but the…

Time for the Sale…

Ray and I have spent the last 3 days at our building – a wonderful mid-century Savings and Loan – where we have lots of antiques and furniture stored. Our goal: to organize so we could begin to sell these treasures that have been accumulating for well over 3 decades. (Well, some are very old…

Heat, Antiques, and a Dilemma

I took a long nap this afternoon after being out in the heat – 102 – and now at 8:34 pm, I am sitting here groggy, as if I am recovering from a hangover. I haven’t had a hangover in a very long time so this feeling is foreign, and not very pleasant, I might…

Flash Essay: Trash or Treasure

I am tired tonight. For good reason. I have, as my husband just said, “Been moving junk around from a life I haven’t participated in for twenty years,” aka “Moving my husband’s stuff around, yet again.” The first time that I realized my husband had an inordinate relationship with “stuff” was several months after we…