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We planned to attend our first auction. It was “girls weekend” with Mom and daughter. With my husband out of state, I wanted to try something different and the auction sign called to us. But that wasn’t until Saturday night. For me, there is nothing like enjoying one on one time with my daughter. She’s getting older and spending more and more time with friends and in activities. I now look at my calendar to find an open weekend. I grab the rare open squares and pen in “family day.”


It began with Friday. We both like Subway, so we picked up our favorite sandwiches, took them home for movie night. Searching Netflix with a huge bowl of popcorn with extra real butter drizzled over it (yes, I know it isn’t good for us, but once in a while ….), and soft blankets, I turned to my daughter, “This is a classic, let’s watch Close Encounters of the Third Kind.” Just because I like this movie… We’ll watch it one day. Compromising on movies, we stayed up until the wee hours of the morning. And the best thing was that we slept in on Saturday. How wonderful to wake up whenever you want. Which actually was not late. But still, no getting up at 6:30 a.m. Pure luxury.


Instead of heading out of town, the vote was to stay in Thomaston. After some necessary shopping, we once again, nabbed the fast food (I’d get back to healthy meals after the weekend.). Pizza for lunch. And this particular weekend was the City Yard Sale. Even though we had slept in, we were able to catch the tail end of the event. It’s something that we have attended for a few years. It’s like a treasure hunt. For me, my treasure was a life-size skeleton, which I used in a class I teach. I call him “Bones.” A few people wanted him, but I wasn’t giving him up. One of the ladies at a booth found a long black velvet dress for him. (I topped it off with a black cape. “Bones” would attend an upcoming class on the Black Death.) My daughter is very careful with her money. She won’t spend it on just anything. She ended up buying some natural home-made fragrance for her room. It looks like blue Jello cubes and smells wonderful!


Dropping off our goodies at the house, we headed for our very first auction. Did we have to stay the whole time? Would it be rude if we got up and left? Can my daughter bid? They were very nice at the auction and politely answered my questions: No. No. Yes, but she’s on my number. We took our card, with number 502 and looked for a place to sit. We got there before the auction started, but most of the front seats were taken. People were meandering around looking at the goods up for auction. My daughter saw a watermelon-decorated umbrella that she wanted to bid on.


At first, we just watched. A couple next to us seemed like professionals. This wasn’t their first rodeo! They kept a running tab of the bargains they accumulated. A woman in front of us did the same. We could tell it was going to be a while. We might not stay long enough to get to the umbrella. Then there they were: youth golf clubs. Our daughter has her own clubs, but hey, who knows, we could add to them. Do I know anything about golf clubs? Notta thing! But for $7.50 what did it matter? When her life-long golf playing dad got home, he first checked to see if I bought left-handed clubs. I did NOT. Not because I knew anything; I just lucked out. I found out that we did pretty well. We didn’t stay long enough to bid on the umbrella, but I’ll find her one online. What we did bid on was a unique item tailor made for her friend who was having a birthday party. (It was a big hit.)


When we were ready to leave, we paid for our two items, headed home and finished off the pizza.


Who knows, we might go back to an auction on the next mom/daughter weekend. Or maybe try some other adventure. It doesn’t matter what; just that we make memories together.

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