The estate sale on Saturday was a first. It was a fire sale. Yes, I said fire, as in smoke and flames, although there weren’t any flames and, thankfully, no one was hurt.
Here’s what happened.
The sale started as so many others have. I was no. 18 and I lined up with the usual suspects at the front door. Once inside, I headed upstairs to quickly grab two ceramic Christmas trees (don’t you love pictures on Craigslist so you know exactly where to find something?). An unexpected bonus was the rotating Christmas wheel light that was sitting near the trees. Then I went down to the basement (nothing there) and out to the garage, where I found a cool plastic decoy owl that will be perfect for Halloween. Mr. VS says he wants him after that for his garden, but I’m not so sure about that, especially when he (Mr. VS not the owl) made me to miss out on the first great find of Town Cleanup 2016, but more about that later.
I went back into the house and up to the second floor, where there was a table of linens that I hadn’t had a chance to look through. As I was considering a piece of barkcloth, I heard a voice downstairs yell “Spider Spider.” Spider? I stopped being afraid of those when I was 5, but I know many people still are. Turns out the voice actually said “Fire Fire.”
Apparently, a fuse blew and smoke was coming out of the outlets in the living room. Luckily, I had already put my ceramic trees on the front lawn along with the Christmas wheel light. Clutching the owl, the barkcloth and some aqua curtains, I made my escape. Everyone else in the house came out as well, waiting for the smoke to clear.
If I were compiling the book that I could write about my estate sale adventures, I would put this one under this chapter: Just When You Think You Had Seen It All. (It’s becoming a rather lengthy chapter, by the way.)
Town Cleanup starts next week. I’ll keep you aware of what Central New York is tossing to the curb. A quick run yesterday turned up a galvanized chicken feeder, which Mr. VS put the kibosh on, despite me knowing it was so Country Living. This morning, I came to my senses, and told him I was going back for it. Yes, it was gone, picked up, no doubt, by the scrappers, who don’t read CL but pick up anything metal. Let’s see if I listen to Mr. VS again.