Shovels shovels

This morning I had a dream that I was at a garage sale and there were two different plastic toy shovels that I thought I could use for something (I can’t imagine what, in real life) so I spent minutes and minutes trying to decide which one I wanted to get. When I finally decided I asked the lady (there were two of them behind the table) “how much?” and she said $3. I hemed and hawed about the price for another seemingly endless time until finally I decided I didn’t need them and walked home.

Here’s hoping my real foray into garage saling goes a bit better today.

One Reply to “Shovels shovels”

  1. I think you are still troubled by dogs in Slocan, that’s what you need the shovel for, pooper scooper. I saw a show on TV yesterday and they said that is normal
    for dogs to eat #####uknowwhat, and they have to be trained not to. It even has a special name, but I can’t remember it. So, wasn”t so shocking as we thought.
    I am still troubled by your not stopping here., see you Sept, hugs, Mom

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