Estate sales. They are similar to garage or yard sales, but different.
Usually, the owner(s) of the items in an estate sale is no longer around, and someone else is running the show. At garage or yard sales, the owners are right there with you to haggle with prices. “Seventy-five cents for this garden shovel? I’ll give you twenty-five!”
Recently, I breezed through several estate sales in my neck of the woods. Each offered something different: one had some fabulous kitchenware, another touted newer furniture, and one offered dental floss, first aid tape, and a sleeve of Saltine® crackers.
I wish I took a picture of the sleeve of crackers. Take my word for it: There was a naked sleeve of Saltine® crackers nestled between a coffee mug and a knife, sitting on the kitchen counter. No, it wasn’t even in the box. Asking price: Twenty-five cents.
Never have I ever seen something like that for sale. Somehow, I just wouldn’t trust its freshness, age, or bug-free quality.
©Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.
To say that the past several months were busy for me is an understatement. When last November rolled around, I consciously thought about making 2017 a Year of Change. January came, I turned the page in my calendar to begin 2017, and so it has been. I took on more worthwhile and enhancing activities, and worked on closing some tasks and projects that were dogging me for months – and in some cases, years.
- will be published this month in a grand publication, which will include both my poetry and photographs (stayed tuned for when that happens!);
- published several poetry chapbooks and a poetry anthology;
- returned to reading books (almost) every day, and writing reviews;
- am writing letters to family and friends more habitually;
- ate more wisely, which leads towards me feeling better;
- cleaned out my family recipe clippings, including duplicates and triplicates;
- found just the right photograph albums to prepare organizing my pictures and memorabilia;
- pared down possessions that either reminded me of people or events that are best left in history’s garbage can;
- stayed off most social media, except where it benefits my writing and business;
Original photography by (c)Susan Marie Molloy, 2017.
There is much more, many events beyond my control or even within my radar, but nonetheless made this a memorable year. A friend with whom I needed to stay away from (remember the 2016 elections?) recently contacted me with hat in hand to apologize for contributing to fake news and hyperbole. I’ll let bygones be bygones; I believe she’s sincere.
I am trying hard to let go of the aggravation of people not thanking. It’s beyond my understanding how there seems to be more and more people who just don’t thank, or even acknowledge, anymore. Letting go and understanding that it’s a matter of different upbringing – or something – has been difficult for me. I can’t change them, but I need to change my level of disappointment with them.
And now, here we are with a little more than eighty days left in 2017. Whether I get done all I set out to do or not, this was a productive and life-changing year for me. I don’t know what next year will bring; heck, who knows about what the next hour will bring?
All in all, I maintain that no matter what, changes will always be afoot.
©Susan Marie Molloy, and all works within.
“Once Valentine’s Day comes, the worst of winter is over.”
That’s something Dad would always say in the middle of those cold, snowy, bitter Chicago winters, when we kids would complain about the cold air on cloudless days and the slushy snow that froze again into small, dangerously slippery peaks on the sidewalks.
“The worst of winter is over.”
I was never a die-hard fan of winter. In fact, the only part of the season I like is the first good snowfall, Christmas vacation, and the way the snow sparkles like tiny diamonds under city street lights in the blackest of nights. The rest, I can leave: dirty, slushy streets, bitter cold air, and short days.
I was thinking about a trip I made to the Chicago Botanical Garden one early autumn day, and I found a nice picture I took of one of the waterfalls there.
It took away my winter doldrums today, and I remembered that here it is, almost Valentine’s Day, and the month is just about half over.
Spring is approaching!
©Susan Marie Molloy, and all works within.