Well, Charlie and me went to Town Meeting last week, and, I swear, it made me despair for the future of humankind. Really!

I hadn’t been in awhile, I confess. Charlie goes more than me. At breakfast he says, “Ida, we’re voting on a bunch of stuff tonight. Why don’t you come along?”

I start lookin’ around the kitchen, you know, to see if there’s any chores on the horizon, dust bustin’, cleanin’ the oven or what not, that might preempt such an outing.

I don’t know about you, but I’ve been goin’ at a mile a minute, lately. Seems like there’s just so much to do, and not enough time to do it. All good stuff for the most part, but yikes! I’m all hepped up, and didn’t even realize it ‘til the other night.

Charlie and me went shopping for a new gas grill at Home Depot this weekend. The old one was plumb worn out, so it was time. I was on board with it.

But let me tell you, I was not on board for two hours of comparison shopping, debating the merits of this one or that one, different “features” and questions, questions, questions, like it’s some kind of fancy sports car or something. Honest to God. And of course, there’s a whole bunch of other guys there doin’ the same thing.

I just love yard sales. I love going to ‘em, and I love having ‘em. ‘Cause the thing is, if you go to a lot of yard sales, you have to have a yard sale every once in awhile to get rid of the stuff you bought at the other yard sales, right?

Oh, I’ve gotten some wicked good stuff at yard sales. Like one of them crocheted toilet paper covers, only with a poodle on top. (I kid you not). And at Debbie Ledoux’s last year, a bobble head moose and a hand-painted wooden frog for my frog collection. Score!