Junk Heaven

I forgot how awesome the thrift/junk/antique mall places are down here. I’m running around like a chicken with my head cut off collecting junky treasures. My grandma made me march out of her condo with 1/2 of her kitchen in tow since she won’t need to be cooking in her new place. I now own an apple core thingamagig and a weird wire thing with a handle that cuts a tomato into slices in mere seconds. I also own Tupperware® that I didn’t know existed, including a bread holder shaped like a loaf of bread and a special holder for corn on the cob(s). I also got some neat grandpa stuff I remember loving as a child, and I’m pretty jazzed about that.

My gramma sold her house in one day for full asking price. Wacko. We had excellent mexican food in praise to the realty gods, then I fell asleep at 10:28pm. Being on vacation is hard work, people.

In just a bit my dad and I are going to have lunch with my grandpa at his retirement complex. My dad set up a blind friend-date with a former librarian who went to the same grad school as me. Apparently he’s suffered a stroke, but I’ve no idea how old he is. Should be fun – that place has awesome potato salad and they always give me an extra Rice Krispy treat for dessert.