It was a great weekend...perfect weather..rain threatened but none appeared.

The fig tree thingee is something my father used to say a lot. It came to mind this weekend when I went riding around the countryside with my daughter, looking for yard sales. I am convinced there is a genetic link to this habit. I did it with my mother, with my oldest daughter, with my youngest daughter and now with my middle daughter. It doesn't seem to affect the male members of the family.

We don't go because we need anything in particular, we shop because we like to look at other people's junk with the sure fire thought that we will find a treasure among the boxes of stuff.

There was a time I had a basement full of these treasures..and I do mean literally full. When I packed up to move here to KY, it took a great deal of time and effort to sort through it and decide what to keep and what to discard. Even with that, I still had a truckload of treasures that I brought here with me. So, it would seem unlikely that I needed anymore...right?

Well, no, its not right...I still have space in the shed that is crying for "Stuff".

This weekend I found a picture frame (I have probably 2 dozen empty ones waiting to be put to use); a set of 5 pund dumbells..(I sold mine when I left NY), a small glass Nativity scene (I only have 2 different scenes packed away).

Anyway, you get the drift...I am a helpless addict and I have no wish to be "cured". So...sue me.

My family laughs and makes a big joke about all my treasures, but you can bet, when they need that obscure something or other, I'm the one they call...and I usually have it on hand...or at least I used to, til the move. But, I am working diligently to restock.

My family also pleads not to be named in my will...each of them are scared to death they will be the one to have to clean up the mess when I die. I have named them all equally.

peace