From Trash to Treasure

I had a terrific time on my trip to Ohio. The garage sales were perhaps not quite as prolific as last year, but I still found lots of deals. Below, my father and I show off our treasures (the copy of Matisse's Blue Nude is his). I picked up a spare ten-speed bike (currently stored at my parents' house), for when my three-speed dies; fabric to make trousers, yarn to make a sweater, and a 50-cent squash plant, which is already at home in my garden. 

I also bought a quart of strawberries picked fresh from someone's garden, which made awesome margaritas when we got home. Here, my mother connoisseur sips them thoughtfully.

I suggested that we celebrate Father's Day a week early, and offered to make my father anything he wanted for brunch. His choice was not surprising for a man who loves sugar - Cinnabon-style cinnamon buns. And they were just as insanely sweet as the ones you buy at the airport. To balance all that sugar, we also had strawberries, bacon, and shirred eggs.

One of the garage sale finds was a 1960's alarm clock. We took it apart to see if we could make it work. Alas, this was a failure, although I learned a lot about gear-based clocks. That's a quarter that was foolishly spent...

P.S. The coda to last week's post: A dose of Xanax did nothing for the dog, and she barked for hours. A double dose on the way backed helped a bit, but not enough. The vet has now authorized a double dose, twice as often, for the next trip. She is a dog who Does. Not. Want. To. Sleep.