Saturday, December 5, 2015

Even Steven Owes Me One

Sweet Gummi Mary! Farmer H might have found a new auction to occupy his time!

You may remember that the very week we finished cleaning out the contents of my mom's house, much of them going straight into boxes because Farmer H declared that he could sell them at the auction...Farmer H quit going to the auction.

Actually, that's not quite true. He went, but the police showed up so he left. Farmer H does not have outstanding warrants. That I know of! There was that one time a process server knocked on the front door of our old house (did you know process servers are kind of sneaky, and look like regular people?) and foisted a fistful of papers on me, and said that I should make sure Farmer H showed up in court, or a bench warrant would be issued for his arrest. Not because he did anything wrong, but because some kids stole our lawnmower, and Farmer H pressed charges, and he had to go to the trial. That's a whole 'nother story for another day.

Anyhoo...the couple who ran Farmer H's auction were going through a rocky divorce, and each claimed they owned the auction, and the dude had to leave because the gal had a restraining order. So here we were, with two freight containers filled with cardboard-boxed household items, and nowhere to unload them.

AND Farmer H decided not to bowl in his league for the first time in 20 years. So he's been underfoot every weekday night, when he used to be gone one night for bowling, and one night for auctioning. But Friday night, after getting a guy off our roof, he declared that his auction friend had sent him a text that he was selling at a new auction, and did Farmer H want to go there and check it out. Which is what guys do, I guess. Like women go to the bathroom in pairs, guys show up to watch each other sell stuff at auctions.

I hope this is the continuance of a beautiful auctionship.


Sioux said...

If you're lucky, there will be an auction forming at the town next to you--on a different day--and Farmer H will be gone twice a week engaging in his auction adventures.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Be still my pounding heart! I don't dare dream of such a scenario. Though this morning he got my hopes up with a plan of his own. I think there's a whole post in it!