Newfield Knews: Good Fortune

We just returned from a long day of big fun at one my favorite auctions of all times. It's three sales all going on at once and it is amazing! We left absentee bids for the goodies inside the hall and spent the day at the sale out in the field. I'm struggling to type right now because I've got two very nosy kitties vying to give my hands a good long smell so they can figure out where I've been all day. The auctioneer stands in the bed of a big red pickup truck and calls over the loud speaker while the truck is driven through the aisles in the field filled with barn-fresh treasures.

It's quite a scene. Now before I go on to wax poetic about the bargains, the chicken bbq, the carrot cake and of course the fries, you should understand the true level of our devotion -- it was in the low 40's today, with a stiff wind and it was often spitting snow, sleet and rain and drum roll please...here's the most amazing part - we stayed out in the field from 10am to nearly 5pm. Devotion or stupidity? You be the judge.

One of the nicest things about today was that we got to spend the day with our best antique dealer peeps Sandy and Bill. When it comes to hanging out and buying simultaneously there is potential for things to be a tad bit tricky for us as we all like a lot of the same stuff, but fortunately for us the vibe is always fun, always silly and not the least bit competitive - we are very lucky. I learn so much from these two veteran junkers, uh I mean antiquers (as Ken says "We buy junk, but we sell antiques").

The list of treasures we won today filled up the car and a good portion of Sandy's box truck. We are set for quite a while or at least until the next auction! At dinner after wards Ken's fortune cookie read "You can't have everything...where would you put it all?" Kinda wished we'd had lunch at the Chinese Buffet before the auction.

Here's a recent photo of our booth

Today we also celebrate a very important milestone - April 17th marks the second year anniversary of Franklin's renal cancer diagnosis. No one expected this sweetest of all buff tabbies to be alive today. This is the kitty who mended my shattered heart after the loss of my cats Ricky and Lucy. This shy kitty, who cowers at the mere sound of a man's voice a block away, took one look at Ken and said "Dad" (which I interpreted as "Mom, this guy's worth keeping". Franklin's our boy for sure.