a long, strange trip…

DSC03653Only two more days of my great week away from the land of clock punching and spinal implants.  I have to say that this was exactly what I needed.  My goal was to completely forget about that place I call “work” and just de-compress for a week with my kids.  No big trips…no time schedules to meet…no agendas.  This was supposed to be a week off where if we felt like watching three hours of Adventure Time or Dr. Who, well by God we did it.  The longest trip we took was 45 minutes east of us to the always sketchy but never boring Fort Wayne to peruse miles of vinyl and stacks of literature, yo.  The Fourth was spent eating with my parents and my brother and his family.  Then Friday and today.  Oh yes, the great Hubner garage sale of 2013.  How’d it go you ask?  Well, not too bad.  Not too bad at all.  We made a good chunk of change for putting nothing into it.  Sure, strangers pillaging our garage and drive-way, judging us quietly as they looked at things we own but so badly want to get rid of isn’t the most fun a family can have.  But hey, I don’t have to contend with a 30 year old bedroom set as I get in and out of my car every day.  I also don’t have to look at Barbie andDSC03652 Spiderman stickers all over the waaay expensive dresser we stupidly spent way too much money on for my daughters sitting as a spider habitat in the garage.  It was bought and is gone daddy gone.  You know the best part about this garage sale?  The best part was the fact that my kids all wanted to help.  Sure, the incentive was their cut of the loot at the end of the hand-me-down rainbow, but still, they all took part.  My youngest daughter was there on the bright at 8am with a pen and paper in hand ready to jot down what was bought and their cut, as well as taking money from the strangers wanting to buy her old Barbies and Children’s books.  My oldest played cashier as well, while my son made sure the toys were set up just right, so as to entice the young visitors to pest their parents(or grandparents) to “please, please, please,please, please buy me the Wolverine gloves!!!”  Those gloves never sold.  “You’ll put your brother’s eye out” was the most common response I heard.  Nonetheless, all the dinosaurs sold, a dollhouse, some Fisher Price playsets, and lots of Barbies.  It was a success.  Garage sales can be quite humbling as well.  You see just how little some folks have and what your putting out as second class items, well they’re seeing a goldmine.  Makes you pretty damn thankful for what you’ve got, and what you can give your kids.

So today after the folks left with our Queen size bed set I threw on a not-so-sweaty t-shirt and headed into town.  My good friend John Vance at Karma Records had ordered in Godspeed You! Black Emperor’s Lift Yr. Skinny Fists Like Antennas To Heaven! for me so as a consolation prize I thought I’d go pick that up and chew the fat with him for a bit.  He had Beach House’s Devotion in there as well for a price I couldn’t say no to.  I stopped at one of those crazy department stores you find in every medium-sized city and grabbed my self a couple pair of sensible khaki shorts.  Why?  Because I deserved ’em, that’s why.

Okay.  See you all Monday morning.  I’ll bring donuts, you bring the java.  Cool?

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