Being the wife of a woodwork you often find yourself doing things that you never would have imagined doing before you met him. That was the case when he drug me to a local auction.
And why, you may ask, were we going to this auction? Wood, of course.
An acquaintance gave my husband a flyer for a nearby estate auction, and listed there in black and white was the magic word: Lumber.
So to prep for this first time experience for either of us, I was instructed to do some research in the form of an Internet search. There was a web address on the pamphlet where there was not only a listing of the when, where, and what, but also pictures of some of the items. Never in my previous life did I ever think I'd be looking at piles of wood on the Internet.
The day of the auction came with us arriving at just after ten o'clock. Did I mention this was on a Saturday? Yes, well, so here I am on a Saturday morning standing around listening to an auctioneer talking a mile a minute was auctioning off everything from pots and pans to bed linens.
Everything was laid out for inspection for the potential buyers so we took a look around until we found what we were looking for, the reason for us being there in the first place, lumber.
After a close inspection of what was on offer, we went back to the main area and set in to wait for what we were interested to come up on the block.
And we waited.
And waited.
It was one thirty before they decided to get to the whole reason for our presence there. We ended up getting a great deal on enough wood too fill our lumber racks.
By the time we loaded and hauled all the lumber home and unloaded it, it was well after five o'clock and getting dark. What a way to spend a Saturday.
