Ugh, but Nearly There
Nov. 11th, 2019 10:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lydamorehouse Today is the day I finish my novel (which is due at the end of this week.) I have finished all scenes, except for the very last denouement. However, I'm about two days behind where I wanted to be. Hopefully, my beta readers will be able to turn it around fast, after I send it out... tonight? Tomorrow morning?
Fingers crossed.
My barista asked me how my weekend was and I've been in such a tizzy of writing that I found myself at a loss for words. "Not as productive as I'd like, but I worked all weekend."
To be fair, I did take a few breaks. One of them was to go estate sale shopping again. After dropping Mason off at his job at the Science Museum on Saturday morning, I happened to drive past a sign that was RIGHT IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD. Like, literally, three blocks from our house, on the other side of Fairview Avenue. When I came home, I was like, "You didn't tell me there was an estate sale in our neighborhood," to Shawn, who then explained that she had seen it listed on her estate sale listing but didn't think we wanted to hit it because it was listed as "a house of clocks."
I was like, "It's just there! We have to go snoop around in what is essentially a neighbor's house!"
This house was indeed full of clocks. Here is a picture of one wall:
Picture: a huge number of very cute (faux) cuckoo clocks on a wall.
This was just one wall in the house There were clocks hung on every surface, every table had a mantle clock. So. Many. Clocks.
The house itself was really cute, however. It must have been built around the same time as ours, but they still had their back stairway intact and plate railing along the dining room wall. The floors were refinished hard wood. The rooms were small, but nicely laid out. Someone had had a very nice home... which they filled with clocks.
I, however, will never point fingers. After all, we took home four clocks. One of which Shawn discovered last night had a radium dial. Authentic, but, um.... radioactive? We are looking into it (seems so far that the internet agrees that yes, they are, but they're also not terribly harmful, so long as you don't open up the case and mess around with the dial.) I did pick up one of the little clocks in the picture because they were $20 and cute. Shawn also bought one for our kitchen that looks like a plate, internet tells us that it's circa 1930.
We went back on Sunday for an ottoman.
I love estate sale-ing. It's very different, IMHO, from thrifting or rummage sale-ing. For one, you get to go into people's houses, look into their basements, and kind of almost see how their house was set-up when they lived in it (obviously, things are staged for selling. Last weekend, at the egg cup house--yes, a house with thousands of egg cups and I'm NOT exaggerating--I overheard the worker saying that a lot of the cups had been packed away and so they spent most of their prep time unwrapping them and finding places to put them out, to display them.)
Plus, sometimes you find a cool clock.
Or a hundred.
Fingers crossed.
My barista asked me how my weekend was and I've been in such a tizzy of writing that I found myself at a loss for words. "Not as productive as I'd like, but I worked all weekend."
To be fair, I did take a few breaks. One of them was to go estate sale shopping again. After dropping Mason off at his job at the Science Museum on Saturday morning, I happened to drive past a sign that was RIGHT IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD. Like, literally, three blocks from our house, on the other side of Fairview Avenue. When I came home, I was like, "You didn't tell me there was an estate sale in our neighborhood," to Shawn, who then explained that she had seen it listed on her estate sale listing but didn't think we wanted to hit it because it was listed as "a house of clocks."
I was like, "It's just there! We have to go snoop around in what is essentially a neighbor's house!"
This house was indeed full of clocks. Here is a picture of one wall:
Picture: a huge number of very cute (faux) cuckoo clocks on a wall.
This was just one wall in the house There were clocks hung on every surface, every table had a mantle clock. So. Many. Clocks.
The house itself was really cute, however. It must have been built around the same time as ours, but they still had their back stairway intact and plate railing along the dining room wall. The floors were refinished hard wood. The rooms were small, but nicely laid out. Someone had had a very nice home... which they filled with clocks.
I, however, will never point fingers. After all, we took home four clocks. One of which Shawn discovered last night had a radium dial. Authentic, but, um.... radioactive? We are looking into it (seems so far that the internet agrees that yes, they are, but they're also not terribly harmful, so long as you don't open up the case and mess around with the dial.) I did pick up one of the little clocks in the picture because they were $20 and cute. Shawn also bought one for our kitchen that looks like a plate, internet tells us that it's circa 1930.
We went back on Sunday for an ottoman.
I love estate sale-ing. It's very different, IMHO, from thrifting or rummage sale-ing. For one, you get to go into people's houses, look into their basements, and kind of almost see how their house was set-up when they lived in it (obviously, things are staged for selling. Last weekend, at the egg cup house--yes, a house with thousands of egg cups and I'm NOT exaggerating--I overheard the worker saying that a lot of the cups had been packed away and so they spent most of their prep time unwrapping them and finding places to put them out, to display them.)
Plus, sometimes you find a cool clock.
Or a hundred.
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Date: 2019-11-11 06:14 pm (UTC)The radium dial clock may not be harmful, but it's liable to be haunted.
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Date: 2019-11-13 01:57 am (UTC)Whee!
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Date: 2019-11-13 02:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-11 07:23 pm (UTC)K.
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Date: 2019-11-13 01:57 am (UTC)