So far outside the box you can't even see the box from here.
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Tuesday, April 7, 2015
I'd rarely been to an auction. It's not the sort of thing I seek out. My in-laws, on the other hand, really enjoy them, so my lovely wife and I went along.
We got there early to check out the merchandise. There really wasn't anything I wanted. Bidding started outside where a lot tools were on display. My wife was going to bid on a skill saw until I reminded her I already had a much better one at home. She remembered when my old one burned out, but forgot that it was quickly replaced.
That felt like a close call to me.
Later we went inside were the action continued. Soon I decided it wasn't for me. However, my lovely wife was still having fun. After reminding her that our van space was limited, I went outside for some fresh air.
When all was said and done she'd spent only $12, and didn't buy anything too big. It's all stuff she's going to use, so that's good.
I guess my lack of interest in auctions is related to the fact that I'm not a recreational shopper. If there is something I want or need, I buy that item. When we got to flea markets I have a short list of things I'm looking for, but only if the price is right. Rarely do I buy something I'm not already looking for.
So now I know auctions kinda freak me out a little. Watching people spend more on used items than what new ones cost had me shaking my head.
I live in an area of NH known as the Great North Woods. I'm in my dome-i-cile out in the county with my lovely wife and a varying number of family and friends
-part red neck, part hippie but all country. Experimenting and enjoying the adventure of life.