Junkin'...

Got to go out and do a little junking on Sunday, and for once be quite leisurely about it, which was delightful. The weather, all though it started out pretty cold and breezy (and I was under dressed) warmed up as the sun started peeking out, and it was a pleasant day to be out there. I came around the corner and was face to face with yet another episode being filmed of "Market Wars," a reality TV show (and I am using the term 'reality' in the loosest way possible) that airs on the same channel as Antiques Roadshow, that venerable dispenser of stories and completely accurate information about the old stuff we love.

Market Wars, in contrast, is completely ludicrous.

The final stretch...

I am absolutely alarmed at how close the big day is, and how much I have left to do. And of course, there is the little list of things that will remain undone and perhaps set aside for the next season. I haven't helped matters by slipping on the stairs (we have no handrail), flying into the air bottoms up, and landing on my right elbow, right hip, and the middle part of my back. Oy! We're talking some deep hurt. Everything moves alright, but I have some muscle spasms that are kicking my ass and certainly slowing me down.