Friday, October 20, 2006
My Dr. wants me to walk everyday so today I’m going to. We are on our way to the Flea Market. About the best thing I can say for it, is “It’s big.” About the best thing I get out of it, is exercise. This is definitely not Charlotte’s “cup of tea” but she tolerates it. I have always liked to look at “junk.” Let’s face it—I’m cheap! Do you really get bargains at the Flea Market? I don’t know. I’m not with the F.B.I. I don’t go there to investigate. If I think it’s a bargain—it’s a bargain.
Ok, so this is far removed from Vegas and shopping on the strip. This is how far down you can go in retirement. I have been working around the house all week and I need to get out and about. This is the best I can do for now.
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