I went to the Farmers’ Market alone on Saturday because Chuck was dealing with the stone guys – the contractors finishing up our backyard patio. I came home with all this.
Yesterday I picked a couple of big bowls full of tomatoes, too. Oh, I forgot – carrots and parsnips and one stray turnip (no pics, sorry).
Then we visited the neighborhood meat market for a few things. We hadn’t had a real grocery trip for more than two weeks, so we needed a significant number of staples. Armed with three bags of meats and other local specialties, we started home and drove right past our street to follow the signs across the bridge and around the block to a garage sale.
And OF COURSE we found some awesome buys. I quietly mentioned to Chuck that I would buy a few specific items if they weren’t, well, overpriced. He went right to work.
Chuck: We’re interested in a few of your big ticket items, and we’d like to make an offer.
Sale guy: You mean like a bundle? What do you think this is, American Pickers?
Chuck: No, you don’t have the beard.
Chuck: We’ll offer $13 for the whole bundle.
Sale guy: I need to go inside and ask the “boss”.
Chuck: Make it $15.
We paid $13 for a sturdy cart with drawer for the garage, a new-in-package blanket throw, and a big box of kitchen utensils.
Saving money is exhausting. It’s a good thing I could relax and watch NFL football on Sunday.