Was invited out to go see a local indoor flea market here in “Beautiful Downtown” Apple Valley, after having brunch at the nearby breakfast place (“Mason Jar”, in Eagan) with the little girl, her parents (Jordan & Katie), baby Ruby, and GranMaRose. Saw lots and lots of vintage / antique stuff, such as old cameras (1960’s plastic “instamatic” era, as well as perhaps, 1940’s “Brownies”, and a collapsible bellows Kodak camera); same for some old double edged razors (my dad used one); and two really old typewriters, probably from the 1940s/1950s. Too many farm things to count, I guess having old farm implements in your house is a decorating “thing” these days. We also saw a washing wringer that would typically sit atop a (really old) round washing machine (even GMR had to ask me what it was…)
So, while there, I took out my cell phone, and predicted, when Lailah becomes my age (let’s say, ~fifty yrs from now), she’ll be telling her grandchildren what these small weird rectangle things were, made of glass and metal, with no buttons, or keys, on them, and trying to explain to them it was a primitive form of communication… back when she was a little girl.
Things that fascinate me on a Sunday afternoon, trying to warm up after enduring a fifteen second walk in minus five degree weather walking from the flea market to my car in the parking lot.
More later – maybe. I think it’s time for an afternoon nap.
P.s., I had this amazing “SouthWest omelet” for brunch, bypassing my typical French toast fair, and branching out, exploring “new, and wonderful” cuisines.
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😱🙄😉🤓⛄️☃️
