Wednesday, June 30, 2010

The Birthday Boy

Taking time out of my busy "art career" to celebrate the birth of Son #2 today.  Twenty three years ago today I had an appointment with the doctor who would deliver our second son by Ceasarian section.  Son #1 was an emergency section so they didn't want to chance it with the next one. 
He weighed in at 8lbs plus, I can't remember how much extra, and was a wiry, busy, moving baby.  Every time the nurses brought him to my room he'd be all out of the swaddling they had wrapped him in, squirming and moving those arms and legs.  And hungry!  He was downing those little bottles of formula and looking for more.

As he was as an infant, so he was as a baby, then a toddler, and a child.  Always on the go.  Smart as a whip.  He was always doing something, and quick.  We couldn't take our eyes off him for a minute because if you did he'd be gone and into something in a flash.  Poor quiet, calm Son#1 used to say to me "Mom, he's embarrassing me!"  This kid was very distractable and took long to talk.  He had his own language and none of us could understand him, maybe only me.  He was a visual learner and look out if he saw you do something, he could copy it in a second.  We had him out of the crib and in a bed by the time he was a year and a half because he kept jumping out!  He'd run around the house at 5A.M. and Son #1 would run in our bedroom to wake us and catch him!

Son #2 needed to go to nursery school so I could get a break.  Every day I would pray the school wouldn't call me to come and get him!  But he loved it, even though he was wild, kind of.  We found out he had language learning problems and by kindergarten he was labeled learning disabled due to auditory processing disorder.  His brain took long to process language and for him it was frustrating trying to be understood, and to understand anyone else.  He would come home from school on the bus, and by the time the bus moved to the next stop he'd be crying his eyes out mumbling about how mean the teacher was, and she definitely was a witch.  Well he didn't last long there and was moved to a special education class with really disabled children.  That was a difficult experience for us and sad for me.  But the principle assured us that kids did really well once the pressure was off.  And they were right.

He excelled in high school, got accepted to college and graduated this May with a Bachelor's degree in Health and Public Management.  His graduation was on a Friday and he began working in his field on Monday. 

We're so proud of him and how well he's done so far in his young life.  He's fun and outgoing, tall and handsome, with quick wit and a huge smile.  In the Greek culture we have a saying, "May you reach 100."

Happy birthday Son #2!

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

What's the Rush?

Painting in progress

I must slow down my progress on this garden painting.  I'm trying to figure out why I'm in such a rush while painting.  Where's the fire, huh?  I don't take into account that I'm working with a medium that needs to dry somewhat before I keep throwing more paint in an area.  What's that word?  Impatient?  I feel like I want to see results while I'm  painting, but with these watercolors I'm learning I need to wait just a bit or there's going to be mud, not color and form.  While I was working on this I had to stop myself from continuing. 

Is it that I'm working from life that gives me a sense of urgency?  The idea that I'm present and ready, let's get it down before I lose the feeling?  I don't get that sense when I work from my photos.  No, with photos I get too detail-y.  Maybe it's the idea in my head that time and light is fleeting?

When I paint from life I forget where I am and it's a good feeling.  But I push it and keep painting like a mindless robot, just adding color, shadow, lines, water, with out of body movements.  As I wake from my painting stupor, I look at the work I did and think, "Ok, you did it again and messed it up! Idiot."  Some how I don't tear up the work and I just leave it tossed aside discarded like the trash, but not in the trash.  Later on while passing by on my way to another room I see it and think "Oh that's how it looks now?  How come it's not as bad as I thought?"  Things seem to work.

Funny thing is I always forget that it's the process not the outcome.  Why is that?  I wish I could figure out how my brain works.  How long does it take to grow up? 

Monday, June 28, 2010

A Day on the North Shore of Long Island

The weather here in New York is hot, hot, hot!  It's only June.  I'm not complaining about the heat, no way.  I'll take it hot any day.  You know what kind of winter we get here?  It's not fun, for me anyway.  I can't seem to get myself warm enough in the winter.  When the summer rolls around and everyone is dragging and complaining about the heat, I'm all smiles.  Yes to summer weather, every time.

So I won't be painting in the heat of mid-day.  I've been waiting until the sun starts going down in the afternoon.  I wish I could get myself out there in the early morning, but there's too much to do in the morning around here.  I like how the light looks very early in the day.  Anyway, forget it.  I have to get my things done early, get out and be back by lunch time.  Then the rest of the day is mine.

(c)2010 Dora Sislian Themelis

The Mr. was home on Sunday, rather than fishing out east.  He suggested visiting a custom car show that a friend mentioned, nearby in Glen Cove .  That's the other mania: cars.  Drag racing is in the blood.  The Mr. and the Sons watch it on TV, talk about it, go to sanctioned events, and had/have cars they're developing.  Car people just want to look at and talk about cars, a very benign bunch.  All cars, all the time.  Ok, so I don't mind it either.  Unless my guys want to spend money on car parts, then I get crabby.

(c)2010 Dora Sislian Themelis

(c)2010 Dora Sislian Themelis

The car show was at a lovely shore-side park called Morgan Park, on the north shore of Long Island, so the setting was lovely.  A band was playing, food and cold drinks were available, some vendors selling car stuff, and cars.  Parked all over the private park were all kinds of cars as far as the eye could see.  Old cars and new cars of every model, shape, size you could think of.  Over the sea of shiny waxed, colorful cars and chrome, was the blue of Long Island Sound.  Boats bobbed in the calm water.  The sky was clear with puffy clouds and the water sparkled.  Great!  I love being near water so I could ignore the cars.  (Except for the 1963 Buick Riviera I saw, one of my pop's favorites.  Hi Pop!)

(c)2010 Dora Sislian Themelis

(c)2010 Dora Sislian Themelis

The park was very pretty and had walking paths along the shore with this lovely, stone pergola at the end where people were fishing.  Another park and museum near this one is Garvie's Point which houses Native American artifacts and such.  The area is a great place to draw or paint.  Seeing the signs on the road pointing to Garvie's Point I thought I'm going to have to visit alone one day this summer and make it an Artist's Date. 

Good idea.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Thought for Thursday

"I don't believe in total freedom for the artist. Left on his own, free to do anything he likes, the artist ends up doing nothing at all. If there's one thing that's dangerous for an artist, it's precisely this question of total freedom, waiting for inspiration and all the rest of it."  ~Federico Fellini, Italian movie director (1920 - 1993)

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Tuesday No-Show at the Easel

Daylilies and Hydrangea in the garden at 7AM this morning

Sorry I was a no-show yesterday.  I had one of those days that would not stop for anything.  My morning started at the farmer's market.  I was disappointed with the produce as the veggie guy didn't have much with him.  Maybe he was having a bad growing week.  Then the fruit guy was out of fruit, so I visited the cheese guy and bought cheese.  Okay.  Cheese is not fruit, but I decided to splurge.  I love cheese.

When I returned home I had phone calls to make that I have been putting off.  House stuff, laundry (people need clean clothes you know), oh and a library stop to pick up books I ordered.  Tried to cross things off the to-do list and not making much of a dent.

After lunch I was meeting a good friend for Starbucks coffee and to dish the dirt!  We don't get too many chances to get together often so it was a real treat.  That took up three, nice long hours, but worth every minute!  She's an art lover and is encouraging me to set up some sort of gallery show somewhere.  I'd like to do that, but I'm afraid I may not have enough work.  I have to think about it.

Later I had to plan our dinner, prepare the dinner, serve the dinner, clean up after dinner and finally sit down in front of the TV to just veg. 

Painting? Nope.  Thinking about painting?  Yup.  Planning the next painting already even though the current one isn't finished at all? Uh huh!  What's interesting is that I'm not in resistance mode, just moving along.

I'll try again today.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Thinking of Painting and Don't Ask About Dinner

Back to Monday, my favorite day of the week.  I apologize to those of you who hate Mondays, but I need Mondays like you need that first taste of coffee in the morning.  It's like that.  Okay, I won't bore you with the "gory" details of Monday morning, I know I've been there before and dragged you along.  Yeah, I know, you know, we all know!  Like Jerry Seinfeld used to say, "Yadda yadda."  But I like to say BlahBlahBlah.

So, anyway, a nice quiet weekend at home was spent.  My family came for dinner, we ate, we laughed, we talked.  Was just lovely.  Calm and quiet morning, the Mr. took a ride on his bicycle, Son #2 in LaLaLand sleeping the morning away, and I had coffee and the Morning Pages on my lounge chair in the garden.

The Mr. raises birds.  Canaries, finches, other kinds I can't remember, and hangs them outside our patio room and in the tree where they chirp and sing.  For a while it's nice to hear the birds in the morning.  It feels like a far away forest escape until a few hours go by and the chirping/tweeting doesn't stop from the five or six birds hanging out there and my head feels like it's going to explode if those darn birds don't shut up already! Ugh.

Ahem.  Sorry I almost lost it there.  Anyway.. After a long while they do calm down and so do I.  You know, chirping birds can get just as annoying as kids who don't just play and talk but scream and run around in circles.  Cute and nice at first, bloody murder afterward.

No, I didn't paint this weekend.  That's why I like Monday.  Monday I get back to work too, except I'm already at the job site and everyone else leaves.  On the weekend too many people are around.  I don't mind people looking over my shoulder as I work.  On the contrary, it's nice and social.  But the family has demands.  They need things only I can do.  Yes, only me.  And if I'm painting, it seems to them I'm not really doing anything.  So they talk to me, ask me questions about other things, like what's for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and where's their socks.  Yes, a lovely conversation.  Uh, nope.

Back in the garden.  When my son and now daughter-in-law were planning their wedding, she wanted white hydrangea for her bridal bouquet.  I started looking at this flower differently after that.  I never really liked the bloom heads, all droopy and huge.  After the wedding I found these white hydrangea on sale, barely alive, and practically dried up at the local Home Depot.  I was compelled to rescue it.  Now two years later they are growing and blooming beautifully.  It's called Blushing Bride and bloom all summer long.  Lucky me!

When I look at these flowers I think of my gorgeous daughter-in-law and it makes me so happy.  All weekend I spied this hydrangea thinking of how to paint it.  That's how I spent my time in the garden with no one around.  Observing, thinking, planning, daydreaming, making mental notes.  It's a lot of work, but looks like I'm idle and inactive.  With iced coffee in hand, lounging in the chair in the midst of the blooms I'm painting, but no one is the wiser.

Friday, June 18, 2010

Friday Photos

White Daisies, Watercolor (c)2010

Newest folly in the garden taken in the bad light of my patio room.

Enjoy the weekend and Happy Father's Day!

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Thought for Thursday

"Never try to teach a pig to sing. You waste your time, and you annoy the pig." ~Mark Twain

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Back in the Garden

After returning home yesterday from the farmer's market, and other related errands, the rest of my day was free.  I had a leisurely lunch in the patio room, read the mail, made a couple of phone calls while looking at the colorful blooms in the garden.  Since I was free of chores I took the watercolors into the garden to paint and it felt really good.  Different flowers and bushes are in bloom, the afternoon sun was touching petals and leaves just right, it was very inviting.

A few years ago, while talking with my next door neighbor, I noticed this amazing blooming bush and asked her what it was.  She was an avid gardener and had many different flowers and such in her garden.  The bush we were looking at was close to three feet tall and covered in periwinkle blue dainty blooms and dazzled in the early morning June sunlight.  My neighbor said it was a lace-cap hydrangea and I'd never seen anything so breathtaking.  I had to have one!

I visited a large garden store near me and there they were!  Happy day!  I bought one and planted it in a dappled sun spot where I could see it every day.  It blooms in June for a few weeks so I have to enjoy it while I can right now.  At night the blue flowers sparkle and when we eat dinner in the patio room I always say "Isn't that bush amazing?"

So how can I replicate that color in paint?  If I'm going to paint this I have to brush up on my color mixing.  Or fake it.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Artist Date at the Farmer's Market

On Tuesdays in my neighborhood, the farmer's market comes to town and I love it!  If the weather is as beautiful as today it's the best.  I like to get there early, before everyone else shows up and buys the gorgeous vegetables.  The market opens at 7 A.M., but I never make it that early.  I try to be there by 9:00 for a good choice of different lettuces and spinach, which sell out fast.  It's still early in the growing season for many items, but the greens are a big thing and they're usually plentiful in the cooler weather.

Today I got myself together early and decided this was going to be my artist date for this week.  Just a simple stroll in the comfortable sunny weather to buy my produce and mosey through the stands to sample some cheese here and a slice of artisan bread there.  The vendors stay until 1:00P.M. and by that time it's crowded and depleated.  Not for me, I like it early and empty!  The birds are still singing, not alot of people or cars whizzing by, a pure pleasure.

I bought the lettuce and the spinach.  The veggie vendor had red, ripe strawberries.  I could smell the sweetness before I saw them,  The fruit guy had fresh picked cherries and blueberries.  All great stuff.  There's a cheese guy, a wine stand, a fish monger, a cupcake shop, a bread baker, and a plant stand.  Some days there's a cookie baker and last week I met a woman who made her own spice rubs, marinades and BBQ sauces from Guyana.  I think I saw a booth last week with homemade mustards.  Most of the vendors come from the east end of Long Island and some from upstate New York.
Visiting the farmer's market on a beautiful day makes me feel great all day long. 

Monday, June 14, 2010

Musing on Morning Pages

It's been way over a year since I started writing Morning Pages as suggested in the course, The Artist's Way.  Three full pages are expected, written longhand in the early morning hours before the day gets under way.  In all that time I may have missed only a couple of days of writing.  I never thought I would be so drawn to write in my black and white marble notebook every single day.  The writing has never been a chore and, in fact, as I come to the end of the third page I think of more things to write!

The author of The Artist's Way, Julia Cameron, writes that great ideas start to come forth by the middle of the second page of free thought writing, and this is true for me, too.  I could be out of sorts when I start writing and by the time I'm plugging on the second page my pen is flying with thoughts. 

The act of writing is art.  When I first started journaling I hadn't yet read the course.  I was writing whatever came into my head, for a page if I was bored, for more if I had something to get off my chest.  The marble notebook I began writing in had no lines for some reason.  How I found that kind of notebook I have no idea.  I must have picked it up for my boys when they were still in school.  I decided I liked the idea of no lines and just wrote the words and marveled how they looked on the page.  Then I began to write without wearing reading glasses I use.  And that was interesting to me, how the words looked in the lines they made on the page.  It was cool to me that I couldn't really see the words the pen made, making it seem more like drawing than writing. 

Then there's the pen.  While I write I need the pen nib, the ink flow, and the way it meets the paper to be just right.  Many pages I wrote have three different types of pens until I got one that I enjoyed writing with.  My favorite is my old Mont Blanc pen that my father gave me many years ago.  Right now it needs an ink refill, but using it was like a ritual.  The pen and pencil set came in a zippered leather case.  I'd get out my notebook, open it to the fresh page, unzip the case and remove the pen from it's elastic loop holding it in place, flip the lever to reveal the writing nib and go at it.  Besides the fact that it's a lovely instrument to write with, I remember my father when I use it. 

While I write what pops into my head I get more ideas for this blog.  I could be huffing and puffing in the Pages and while I'm writing I think to myself, could this be a blog post? 

That's what happened today and what I'm yapping about here now.  I was thinking about the usual things and goings-on when it dawned on me that someday, if I keep these notebooks, my family will stumbled on them and read about who I am, was, whatever.  Will they think, she's nuts? Who knows. 

It seems my mother's father kept notebooks about his life in this country, in the late 1890's I guess.  He came from Greece as a youngster with his brothers and somehow ended up out west building the railroads.  Interesting stuff I'm sure, but shortly before he died of a brain aneurism he burned his books.  What was he thinking?  I would have loved to read his words.  I thought of the story The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, who aged backwards.  After his death, as an infant, his wife had her daughter read to her from the diary he kept and the how and why of what it was.  That scene just made me think of my own writing in the Morning Pages.

Anyway, I don't think my thoughts are as interesting as some, but they're mine and that's that.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Thought for Thursday

"Well, Art is Art, isn't it? Still, on the other hand, water is water. And east is east and west is west and if you take cranberries and stew them like applesauce they taste much more like prunes than rhubarb does. Now you tell me what you know." ~Groucho Marx

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Two Words for Wednesday-Disappointed and Thankful

Yes, the words for Wednesday are Disappointed and Thankful.

First-Disappointed.  The arrangements I made with the Big Brothers organization were kind of a bust.  They were supposed to show up on Monday to take the items we carefully boxed and clearly labeled with B.B. so the driver knew what to take.  I arrived at the church around 10A.M. with the other ladies to clean up and organize the items.  I called the manager's office and confirmed the pick-up with his secretary and tried to pin point the time of the truck's arrival.  She said he'd be there between 1and 2 P.M.  I had to leave so I left my cell number with the church and told them to call with any problems.  I dusted myself off and went home happy to be done with my job.

Tuesday I planned a relaxing day.  Tuesday before noon I received a call from the church office that Big Brothers never made the pick-up and the basketball court needed to be empty and clean for the volunteer's dinner later on in the evening! Yikes!  I called Big Bros. and ran to the church to see for myself.  When I arrived the caretaker told me the truck came, the driver took one of the 20 TVs, a couple of bags, a box and left because his truck was already half full with other stuff!  That was NOT supposed to happen!  I called B.B. again and spoke to the manager telling him I was not happy with their service.  They did this to us last year too, but I had decided to let them try again.  He said he spoke to the driver and that he did come, and picked up boxes outside the building, that they looked rifled with, and certain items like ironing boards were too big for their truck!  Well, he must have taken garbage because we stacked the boxes inside the building!  He then said he'd send the truck again later in the day.  I told the caretaker and he hurriedly said they would stack the boxes and items outside so the truck could just pick up. Fine.  I packed my own truck with whatever I thought they might not take and drove with all of it to the nearest Salvation Army.

Later in the afternoon I received a call from the B.B. manager saying they were able to pick up the boxes but the 20 TVs were no where.  So where did they go?  I'm thinking the caretaker didn't feel like moving them and tossed them in the dumpster.  Who knows what else went in the dumpster!  You know what?  It was out of my hands by then, I did what I could.

Second word-Thankful.  You bet, I'm so thankful it's over.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

I'm Taking a Break

I need a break so bad after this weekend and I'm taking it today!  Yes, the chores I ignored must be done, but that's it.  I'm going to drop out today, enjoy the sunny weather, and just veg.  I just went to the farmer's market this morning for some fresh vegetables and came back home.  Painting will have to wait. I'm going to ease my achy back into a chair and skim throught the couple of books I bought at our flea market.

Later tonight our church is holding a volunteer's dinner and wrap-up.  I can't wait to hear what kind of numbers we did in the flea market and meet up with my co-chair and our ladies!  They were a lot of fun to work with.  I'm sure the gossip will be plentiful!  I already heard that one worker is mad at me for something.  We had plenty of action in that flea market and we're bound to hear stuff.  During the weekend we had an altercation with a shopper who wanted to tell us to go 'somewhere'.  When I told my sister we almost had a fight with this woman she said "Yeah! I love a good fight!" 


Monday, June 7, 2010

The Lost Weekend is Over

My Friday class of Greek Dance students performing!

The lost week and weekend is finally over!  We flea market workers are exhausted and our bodies are aching.  Mind you, my co-chair and I are younger than our much older helpers and we're feeling it so I can just imagine how the others are doing.  Making a huge Greek Festival happen is hard work.  Our flea market is like ten big garage sales all together.  From the planning to the set-up, the selling, the yelling, the organizing, the crazy people, to the clean-up, it's no joke.  Except for the fun, that's the good part.

Let me say right now that the flea market is ridiculously hard.  Other volunteers like to complain that their stations are the hardest, but they haven't helped run the flea market.  Unless they've worked it they can't talk about it!  Besides, we start setting up the room on Monday of Memorial Day weekend and keep going until today, Monday after it's all over.  I'm writing this early because when I'm done I have to head over there to oversee the pick-up I arranged with the Big Brothers organization.  Yup, I can't see good items get thrown in a dumpster so I called them to make a donation.  They'll take most of the items so I make it a point to tell them to come with an empty truck!  Why throw things out when Big Brothers can use it?  Recycle, repurpose or reuse, I say.  Another friend owns a book store and donates to needy people so he's coming this morning to take the tons of books we couldn't sell. 

This year we had double the donations from last year and most of everything sold, even big ticket items like a large, ornately framed mirror and antique silver plated items.  We have a supermarket bag sale where the shoppers can fill a bag for $5.00 the last two hours of operation and it's very popular.

During the shopping I overheard someone saying to their companion, "I'm having such a good time in here!"  Hearing that made me smile.  Last night another shopper told me she was so happy she found out about our festival and overjoyed to stumble upon such a big flea market.  She was so excited and said she was having a blast.  I was thrilled!

Like I said, this flea market is huge.  It's a regulation basketball court big.  People donate their cast off items and we get everything you can think of from all over their homes, in and out.  You name it, we have it.  My co-chair and I try to think how to set up the items to be very visible and look best for the best price.  It takes plenty of planning.  Take a look at my photos from Friday and you'll get an idea. 

The shoppers line up early and are like race horses chomping at the bit to get in.  Once we open the doors they rush in thinking they're getting the best items before anyone else.  Some try to sneak in by saying it's hot outside and they want to sit in the air conditioning-we don't buy it!  Some people try to buy a $10 item for 50 cents.  Others want an item and say they don't have enough money to buy the $1 item and then pull out a $50 for change.  There are those who have fun bargaining with us and those who throw the item on the table when they find out it's 50 cents and walk away angry!  The shoppers I get a kick out of are the ones who start telling us their sob story, "I just want this for my sister" "I spent too much money this week"  "I just like this for my kid" "My husband is tired and wants to go home" "I don't speak English" --you know, stupid stuff.  We roll our eyeballs and sigh!  Some of these people are well to do!  They want to get away cheap!  It's already cheap! Come on! We're talking 50 cents for brand new boxed crystal vases or a platter!  And you know, Macy's doesn't care if you spent alot of money, you're tired, or you don't speak English. Give me a break.

Okay, now for the laugh of the week!  This place is pandemonium! Stuff is all over, piled here and there, especially the kid's section with stuffed animals, games, baby stuff, you name it.  Strollers, carriages, play pens, cribs, jumping things, legos, action characters, all strewn across the area by kids and shoppers. Our last night was a mess with the stuff.  One shopper bargained with me on a stroller. among the many we had left, and a folded up playpen thing.  We agreed on a price, she paid and took her items.  She was also a volunteer working in the souvlaki pit.  About twenty minutes later, another shopper starts screaming someone stole her stroller.  We're in shock!  I start looking around at the strollers. My co-chair said she sold a stroller and I said I did too.  The woman is flipping out saying how could someone in the church steal her stroller.  She brings security.  We can't believe it and are trying to think what happened.  Another shopper overheard the action and tells the souvlaki person.  She finds me and said maybe she bought the woman's stroller?  Well, it ended up she did, but by that time the upset woman had left screaming.  We get the stroller, give her a refund, found the now calm woman and returned her stroller.  She was thrilled.

Later, the security guard came to ask what happened.  So I told him we sold the stroller!  He started laughing so hard he was crying!  We laughed too.  He told me whatever business I'm in to forget it and sell stuff because he couldn't believe I sold someone's personal item!  Well, look, if you leave your things unattended in this flea market, you run the risk of losing it to a sale!  Then I told him how I sold a guy's personal tools that he left behind a few years ago.  Hey, listen, you have to hold on to your stuff in that flea market!  This poor security guard left laughing hysterically and shaking his head.

We laughed too!  Thank goodness it's over.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Thought for Thursday

“One man’s garbage is another man’s treasure. Unless you’re a raccoon. Then it’s basically all one category.”

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

The Lost Week Begins Today

I apologize for missing Monday here, but the weather was great, the family was around and it was just too busy here to post anything.  Let's say I took a vacation from everything and did absolutely nothing!  Nothing is good.  However, like every good thing, 'nothing' must come to an end. 

This coming weekend my church is holding their annual Greek Festival and Bazaar and I call this the Lost Week because I lose my whole week being there.  I'm chairperson, with another friend, of the biggest weekend Flea Market around here, my opinion.  And I also direct the Greek Dance Program.  This is the second year I am teaching a class so maybe I won't be such a nervous wreck like I was last year.  The kids were great last year, and this time around they seem to know their stuff too!

Our Flea Market set-up began yesterday with the other chairperson and some ladies who started taking out the items for sale.  When we spoke in the evening it sounded like there's more stuff than last year.  Just imagine a huge basketball court full of antiques, books, toys, baby stuff, kitchen items, electronics, linens,old and new things, and plenty of junk.  A bargain hunter's paradise.  I'm going to take pictures and try to post it, wait and see.

Ok, I'm already late.  Updates to come!

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