The 27th of February marked our first anniversary, and boy did we have fun. kiddo & I recently filled out the nielson TV survey. It went something like this:
- How many working TVs do you have in your home?
one.
- Do you have cable, satellite or another paid programing?
no.
- If you answered no, do you have rabbit ears or digital TV?
no.
I then turned the page to the journal where you mark how often you watch TV. I started at thursday, put an X in the “TV was off” box, and extended its territory all the way down that page, onto the next page, and repeat for a week (minus the two DVDs we watched). Felt good.
I say that because when we look for a getaway, we’re usually looking for a hole in the ground – potentially a cave with good light – so that we can read and sleep and talk and write and eat. Nothing else.
Since our list of caves bordered on anemic this run around, we went down to Eureka Springs again, since it’s not far away. And that, as always, included a run to the Antique store. I still haven’t told you guys about how last time kiddo found a copy of the complete New Yorker archive, which retails for $100.00, priced @ $10, that I haggled down to 5 measly bucks. Yeah, we likey antiqui.
This one caught our eye, so we dropped in. We’ve been here before but we had forgotten how jammed-packed it is with stuff. To give you a taste, kiddo’s always looking for stuff she’s researched on Etsy like vintage cookie jars, bracelets, plates, furniture to flip, stuff like that. She got her office set up in the other gable, and it feels like a small-business-owner’s hideout or nest. She’s responsible for most of the awesome pictures on this blog that aren’t linked to another site. I, however, do research, and seeing as how my current novel starts out in 1897, I’m always looking for turn-of-the-century junk. Found old flintlock guns, pistols, weights, pocket-watches, books, and a grandfather clock from 1890 given to some civil war guy priced at, oh yeah, $20,000 dollars. Why?
‘Cause it still works.
We’re inside this store looking at first-edition comics, ring-holders, and coal-oil lamps when she tells me to turn around. The camera flashed me, (stupid indecent camera), and she started laughing.
When I looked in the viewfinder, I saw <— this picture, and realized that this lady (can’t remember her name), must have hoarded this stuff for decades, picking and bargaining, trading and haggling, grabbing and scrounging until she made a business of it.
Reminded me of my garage. I have got to clean that puppy out this spring.
Kiddo also found a first-run Gone With the Wind priced @ like $85. That’s a HUGE find because Kiddo just read that exact. same. copy from our bookshelf back at home! (Found out my copy of Wise Man’s Fear is a FIRST EDITION too!)
Four handmade xylophones, three street musicians, two cappachinoes and a first edition X-Force later, we paraded out of there back to our little hole in the ground to read, relax, and chill. All in all, I count it a success & Kiddo nabbed some AWESOME shots that hopefully, soon, she’ll have on a blog somewhere.
Consider Eureka Springs Literated.
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Once upon a time, I read that the perfect age for writing quality poetry is twenty-three. Apparently most of T.S. Elliot’s stuff came out then, the rest having to do with non-poetic words. I realized January 19ththat I will turn twenty-four in three months, and since I started writing some poems before it’s too late: forty-six poems at twenty-three. I’ll post each Friday until the last week of March, then I’ll post one a day until my birthday on April 30th. Here’s number 28:
Once upon a time, I read that the perfect age for writing quality poetry is twenty-three. Apparently most of T.S. Elliot’s stuff came out then, the rest ended up as prose. I realized January 19th that I will turn twenty-four in three months, and since then I started writing some poems before it’s too late: forty-six poems at twenty-three. I’ll post each Friday until the last week of March, then I’ll post one a day until my birthday on April 30th. Here’s number 45:
