I was up until about 12:30 or so, reading (Harpo Speaks! by Harpo Marx). About 4:20 in the morning, Crunch came and just stood next to the bed, snuffling in my ear. Of course I got up and let him out to pee. I took my medication and then lay in bed thinking I would fall asleep any minute. At fifteen 'til six, I got up and had a cup of coffee. I got dressed and took Crunch out for his walk and gave him his breakfast. I went out to The Clubhouse and did a bit of work. Then I got back into my pajamas, thinking I'd get a nap. I finally got back to sleep around 9:00 and I slept until 10:45.
I had planned to go out to my aunt's place in the afternoon. Dave and I had left three big boxes of pottery there in anticipation of taking them over the auction. By the time I got to my aunt's (after going back to casita to take a shower and pick up my hat and work gloves), she had loaded up most of the stuff we were taking.
We stopped by Sonic to pick up a couple of iced tea slushes before going over to the auction place. There was one guy there--the owner? auctioneer? both?--unloaded the stuff, looked it over, gave us a receipt and explained a bit (but only the barest bit) about the process. They collect stuff three days a week (either things that people bring in or things from estates being liquidated) then they go through it looking for valuable stuff. The non-valuable stuff goes into sales lots, the valuable stuff goes for sale as individual items. They have an auction every Thursday evening. There is a minimum $5 bid. Anything that doesn't sell might get put up a second time or you can take it back or donate it. (I'll probably donate whatever doesn't sell.)
It was an interesting place and I'm fascinated by the process. We'll see how it turns out!
After we dropped everything else, my aunt asked me if I wanted to go look at some birds. Neither of us are birders per se, but she had noticed that there were swallows building nests at the nearby courthouse. We drove down there, parked, and went and looked at the swallows nests.
They've colonized the top of each of the building's front pillars. Apparently the nests were knocked down last year, but they came back and rebuilt.
They're common birds, but they might also be a federally protected species. (Most species besides pigeons are, actually--something I learned when I used to volunteer at Wildlife Rescue, an organization that acted as a middle-man between the public and federal wildlife rehabilitators. We handled a lot of birds who were injured in one way or another.)
This is a crappy cell phone photo, but you can see the clusters of nests high up on the front of the building.
We walked around the building to look at them and I took a bunch of pictures. The security guard came to the door to check out what we were doing, but we were just doing a little bird watching. (I looked them up later to find out that they are barn swallows. They're such amazing little creatures.)
After our outing, I took off and came back home. I stopped for an Itsa burger and diet Pepsi on the way home since it was getting late and I hadn't had much besides an iced tea slush.
Crunch and I went back out to The Clubhouse for a bit while I waited for Dave to come up and have dinner with us. I was still full from lunch, so I had a salad and Dave had a grilled cheese sandwich and salad.
That leads us to now. I've got one of Guy Fierie's too-numerous Food Network shows on in the background, but I really need to think about getting some sleep rather than watching bad cable TV. (Speaking of bad cable TV, how crazy is the whole Duggar family child molester/incest/pedophile scandal? And how crazy is it that FOX news has stepped up to defend the family that has harbored and protected--and continues to harbor and protect--a child molester? I find the whole thing insane--as insane as the Duggar familial cult.)
And on that bizarro note, I think I'll go back to Harpo Marx!
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