Friday at Canton

This morning June and I left out for Canton.  We had 3 big things on the list to find for June:

• a hand woven straw basket for Jordan (like the one we got on our earlier trip this year)
• to look at the Fiesta Ware booth
• to find the bottle tree man

I didn't need a thing.  I just wanted to look and help June find her things.  My back was still "iffy" but I loaded up on Ibuprofen and we headed off.  Coffee in hand...

It was a beautiful day, overcast with no hot sun hitting on us, but the temp was in the low 70's with the best little breeze you could imagine.  It was the best weather day I have ever had at Canton... it is usually freezing or unbearably hot.  Thank you my Lord for a gorgeous day to enjoy our little junket.

 We were not able to find the lady with the basket booth.  We checked at the office and they said they thought she had been sick and so she had closed her booth.  So, we missed getting to see her AND finding a basket.

Then we went looking for the bottle tree.  We passed a place that had some bottle trees and June liked one in particular but another lady bought it right in front of us.  I was kind of glad because I wanted her to see the one I had seen last time.  It had more of a tree shape and was a better quality tree, even though it was more expensive.

So, we did find the man!  He said it was the last one he had and sold it to June for $70 instead of the $85 that was marked on the tag!  Hmmm, I might would have raised the price if it was the last one, but he was a really nice man and gave her a wonderful deal.  Thank you, Mr Bottle Tree man.

We could smell the hamburgers way across the yards...

Yummy!  I was trying to get myself onto the picnic table bench while June picked up the order.

(Remember, my achey-breakey back?)

I was kind of turned around and couldn't remember where exactly was the Fiesta Ware booth so we turned back in the direction that I thought was right and lo and behold we ran right into it. Quite a happy accident.  June bought a 5 piece mixing bowl set in sunshine yellow and a beautiful aqua, soft turquoise blue.

What else?  Well, we each got a handy dandy whisk that will turn skim milk into stiff froth and is guaranteed to make wonderful meringue. (hope, hope, hope), a small bag of homemade English toffee, and a "frog" (as in floral frog) to use for card holders.  I found a perfect gift to get for Ada Joyce and Heather for Christmas.  Picture holders that you can slide the pics in and out of as you change seasons and years.  I am VERY happy with them.   We got some books and a little Texas A&M tie for her grandson, Hayden.

We looked at all kinds of stuff and had a wonderful day.  Having a best friend is a gift that means more to me than I can ever say.  

Now, for the rest of the story...

We got to June's about 8 pm and unloaded all of her stuff into her house and then put all of my stuff into my car.  I left on my merry way and within 5 minutes was in a car wreck that totaled my car.

I could see that someone was flying down the hill toward the bridge.  At the end of the hill you have to make a very sharp right turn so the speed limit is 35 MPH at that spot.  My first reaction was that they will never make that turn onto the bridge, and so I slowed down and moved over to the shoulder.

See, it's bleeding!

My next thought, as I saw them lose control and start spinning toward me was "I am not going to make it this time" (referring back to the cow in the road wreck) and "this is going to hurt". Wham, they plowed right into me and I was alright!  They had hit me with the back of their car and it rotated and landed on the right side of the road going the right way!  Hit by two young teenage boys and they were fine, too.

Long story short, June came to the site, my sister called and located Ellis for me, the police came and it was over.  Not 2 miles from where I left June's house.

Caretaker, Investigator, CEO of all practical matters.

I told Marcus, on the way home, how much I loved that car. How that morning I had seen some scuff marks on the driver's door and so I had gotten some cleaner and wiped them off while telling the car how much I liked it and that it was pretty.  How, in a high, soft and slightly squeaky voice, my car had told me "i love you too and thank you for keeping me so clean".  He kind of chuckled and said "Is that your car's voice?"  I just had to say "yes..."

Good Bye, excellent car, I loved you.