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Well, whether you were a buyer or seller, or maybe just a looker, I hope you had as much fun as Lady M and I had participating in Morgan Hill's community garage sale. We were sellers and I must admit we were a bit concerned when, after the first hour on Saturday, only one person had shown up. And he was selling magazine subscriptions - not really - but he found nothing that he couldn't live without from our collection of treasures. I really don't understand how that is possible since we put some of our most cherished possessions that a) we bought in some foreign land thinking they would remind us of where we had traveled - didn't happen; or b) are priceless objects d'art that had seen better times. For example, who could turn down an 18 inch by 24 inch wood carving of Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy? Well, for some strange reason quite a few folks passed on this one before a very wise lady with an eye for a true value said, "my husband is a little nuts. He'll probably love this." So it finally was on its way to a new home. I just hope the nice lady's husband likes it as much as I did, long, long ago and doesn't decide to use it as kindling.

There comes a time in every woman's life when she is called “Ma'am.” For some of us (ahem, me) that time comes early. Much, much earlier than any of us expect (again, that would be me).