It wasn't my intention to visit yard sales when I set out this morning. Nevertheless, that's what I ended up doing.
I actually wasn't even supposed to be home today. I was going to NJ to visit a couple of girlfriends . . . but that got torpedoed yesterday when I learned that I have to wrap up an important work project this weekend. >>sigh<< I'm going off to work shortly, and I'm sure as hell hoping that the A/C is on. (If not, I know where I can cadge a fan for the afternoon.)
I've ridden nearly every morning this week; the weather has gotten progressively hotter and more humid. Heat warnings are up for today, but hey, I'm DONE now for the day; got back at 9 am. Even humid mornings on the bike are relatively pleasant when you're moving. (Sitting at stoplights ain't much fun, though. Gotta get the cat crap out again for the ol' glasses.)
This morning I started out hungry. I decided to head to Fallsgrove . . . I had a cin chip scone and a skim mocha. Afterward, I decided I wasn't quite ready to head home. So I took a spin out Rt. 28, the way I do most mornings.
Lo and behold, a woman was setting up a yard sale at the side of the road.
Looked like she had costume jewelry, too.
Screech . . . I stopped.
You may or may not know that another part of my life revolves around vintage costume jewelry. Sad but true. I collect AND sell it. Tho' these last couple of years have found me unable to keep up with my website, so it's largely inactive these days.
Still, when I see it for sale, I gotta look, and I still buy. I can't stay out of antique malls, either. (It's an illness.)
The yard sale lady didn't have much jewelry, but she did have a nice vintage faux pearl and goldtone tree pin and matching earrings. Cha-ching . . . sold. We chatted for a few minutes -- turns out she kept her grandmother's rhinestone pins and is a huge brooch fan in general -- then I moved on.
Well. I had the bug going now, so I looked for sale signs. I saw one for a moving sale on some obscure court, so I headed off in that direction, off Turkeyfoot Road. No dice; it wasn't set up yet. I headed on down Turkeyfoot to John's Lane; saw another sign for a garage sale. Nothing there, no jewelry. Oh, well. You never know; that's the fun of it.
I really had to be getting back home, so I headed down Rt. 28 and over into Kentlands to the Starbucks, for a water refill. My total ride was 24.75 miles. Not bad.
One thing about Turkeyfoot . . . it's a nice road overall, but I tend to avoid it because it has a pretty good hill at the end (I'm such a wuss). I actually had forgotten how bad it was -- not real steep, but longish, and no chance for any momentum. The road is broken in spots, and there's a blind curve. Oh, and no shoulder.
Nevertheless, I pulled it pretty well. I slipped into ol' granny gear, for spinning comfort. (So sue me.) About 3/4 of the way up, I passed a runner coming down. He shouted, "That's a big hill -- nice going!" "Ye-e-ah," I huffed. It's always nice to get a verbal pat on the back.
I can't put it off any longer -- time to head into work. At least I got some fun out of today.
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