It’s almost the end of another busy work week. One where things go as originally planned (on this end anyway!), but still seem to be working out all the same. Nurses seem to always be in short supply and this week was no exception.

Still- the week is almost over. It’s time to start thinking about the weekend, and all the things I need to and want to get done. (Homework and laundry, mostly). Maybe you’ve already made plans. Maybe you work over the weekend and you’ve had some days off this week already. (I know what that’s like, having done it for many years).

While I love making lists and getting stuff done over the weekend, there are times when I really want to just putter around and not do anything. Or do some crafts. Read. Watch birds outside. Or one of my favorite things- to wander around a random flea market somewhere and look at weed trimmers, old bikes, and boxes of hammers, wrenches, and other miscellaneous tools (I don’t know why).

Flea markets can be strange places. The stands with all the whirligigs are one of my favorites. There is always at least one stand full of knives that don’t look 100% legal. Like, they cannot possibly be legal. I don’t even know how they are able to sell them. There are produce stands and stands selling nothing but little baby shoes and stands full of books. Incense booths and little game booths and honey and homemade jams.

A week or two ago, I was walking through an indoor flea market and visited one of my favorite book stands. While flipping through some of the books, I couldn’t help but notice an empty shrimp shell sitting in the bottom of the wooden shelf. (???) It looked like it was hiding out or something. So I left it there.

Sometimes I’ll catch some live music at one of my favorite flea markets. They have random blue grass players that will sit in the middle of the market, putting on a mini concert. Once I saw a little kid there, doing a little performance involving music and yodeling. I mean a lot of yodeling. And she was very good. When do you get to see a half decent live yodeler?

I’ve gotten some of the best food truck breakfasts and lunches I’ve ever had at flea markets. I’m talking pulled pork sandwiches out of a smoker that taste better somehow because you’re standing there, outside in the sunshine, sinking your teeth into a juicy sandwich. One place has these big, fat homemade marshmallows in twenty different flavors. Or the hot dogs wrapped up in soft pretzels.

Sometimes I’ll find something really cool, like the guy that had golf clubs that he had turned into pokers for roasting marshmallows. (I bought two). He told me that he had a lot of difficulty shipping them because the post office considered them weapons which, to be fair, I can understand.

I used to set up at flea markets a lot, selling crafts (or trying to). The flea market crowd is a relentless group of hagglers, except when they’re not and someone actually (SHOCKER) gives you the amount of money you asked for something. I mean, I have sold things for a quarter and had someone try to give me 5 cents. I don’t even know what you can do with 5 cents anymore. Forget about pennies too- they are gone. (Incidentally, where does that leave the phrase, “penny for your thoughts?”)

I have a lot of books to sell so it might be time to set up again for a week or two. I don’t even go to make any money really (I never do). It’s more for entertainment and to get rid of a few things. It is one of the best places to people watch that I know of.

So I’ve got one more crazy busy day of work tomorrow. But I think it’s time to hit up a new flea market this weekend. 🙂

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