We found an RV Park not far from the mill and George went to work at the mill and I went to work at the computer,
getting caught up on the business paperwork that had accumulated from before we left home :/
Paulee walks gave me the excuse to take breaks now and then and explore the park a little. On one of those walks we passed the shower house and something caught my eye.
I went back for a closer look and liked what I saw!
I kept going back, sat in them, and decided I would like to take them home with me!
I had visited with a lady in the office a bit and she had mentioned that the owner was in his 80's and wanting to sell the park. I finally worked up the nerve one evening to ask him if he might be willing to sell the glider; he said he would think about it; come back in the morning.
That was the day we were leaving, so I went to the office at the posted time to open and there was no one there :/ We were almost ready to leave when he drove up and asked if I was still interested in the glider. "Yes, I am!" He then asked what I wanted to pay for it.... not a good question for me as I HATE to make offers. I countered with, "Well, how much would you be willing to sell it for?" To which he replied, "Oh, how about $25?" This was much less than I had expected! "Sold".
I went to get the money and decided to go for the chairs, also. When I asked if he would sell the chairs for another $25 he asked many there were.
"Two", I replied. "Sure, they're yours".
So, I was the owner of a 1950's metal glider and two chairs.
Now, where are we going to put them?!!! My sweet hubby said he would find a way to get them home....
For the trip to North Carolina (next job location) he put one chair in the truck passenger seat, one rode in the motor home kitchen area, and the glider nestled on top of a tool box in the back of the truck!
I'm so pleased : )
Away we went, east and south, through Washington DC.
Bad idea.
By the time we got there it was commute time. All went fairly well going in but when we got to the southern side it got crazier and crazier. George had his blinker on for two miles, trying to get into the lane he needed. Instead of letting him in they bunched closer together. Anyway, it forced us into an Express Lane from which we could not escape, we missed our exit and had to find a way back to the correct route (glad for the GPS). A week or so later Joy received our traffic ticket in the mail for being in the Express Lane without a pass.
News flash...Big Brother IS watching!
South of DC, going into Virginia was bumper to bumper, creeping along at a snail's pace for MILES!
We were so relieved to get off the freeway! Walmart never looked so good.
And my glider survived.
1 comment:
I'll tell you where you can put that glider and chairs...those are awesome! I would paint them bright colors and sit in them like a 50's housewife. :)
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