All day long the door of the sub-conscious remains just ajar;
we slip through to the other side,
and return again,
as easily and secretly as a cat.
Walter John de la Mare
OK; this is not another haying story so you can keep reading. I sit here Sunday morning watching My Hero drive around the field picking round hay bales up and loading them on the wagon. I am tired and thinking back to my Saturday. The first thing I must tell you is it rained in the morning and covered the nice rows of dry hay (oops sorry) with its sudden downpour. No haying what a shame. I pack up a couple of sandwiches and we head off to an auction not far from home. I am truly enjoying this semi-retired thing (you know I am kidding don’t you?), thank you rain.
My Hero and I get to spend the whole day together doing something we love to do, meet some people we know, and people we would come to know. Auctions can be a big social event and this one being close would be fun. While everyone would be supporting a family they would undoubtedly run into each other and have a catch up visit.
I must admit we have a huge barn and I have over the years become a collector of things or as I like to call them treasures stored in that barn. I went to this auction and as soon as I seen it I had a little bit of a wake-up call. This was the biggest auction of treasures I have ever seen. I do have to tell you when we pulled up and I saw all the things my heart started racing, and I hopped out of that truck with a big smile and began my search for some of those treasures. There were so many interesting things.
These days I try to just photograph things I love, after so many of these auctions I have found I can get the same feeling of bliss from downloading these treasures onto my hard drive and looking at them over and over. They certainly take up a lot less room and I think my girls will appreciate that more at some time or another. It is a lot easier to store a memory card. Don’t get me wrong there are still some things I just “Have to have.”
I at one time actually thought it was about finding that treasure and our subsequent retirement fund, like those lucky people on Antique Road Show who bought a $10 painting and it turned out to be worth a million, or the painting that someone had taped $100. bills on the back of, as I had seen on other auction shows. I finally realized this was very rare and all people think that; don’t we?
With all the new shows on TV feeding our addictive personalities, shows like Storage Wars, Treasure Hunters etc. etc. it should be common sense that there are no more treasures out there as everyone is looking for the same treasures and they are mostly all gone. There seems to be more of these kinds of shows than ever before, possibly fuelling addictions in more and more people.
Maybe I just love the rush I get from having the winning bid, making me feel like the winner of a race even though I paid way more than this treasure was worth. In my mind still the winner. Maybe it is a simple as I like shiny pretty things.
More times than not we buy these things and store them in buildings, or our homes and unfortunately the more buildings, the more stuff. Sadly someday we will be gone and our families will eventually have to deal with all our treasures. It is like a big circle keeping auctioneers in business. Our TV’s broadcast shows like Hoarders a show I have watched in horror a few times and wonder how anyone could do that. I think these programs have created a big conflict in most of us who are collectors of treasures. I sometimes wonder if I am a hoarder or just a girl that loves to spend times at auctions with Her Hero laughing, socializing and enjoying our leisure time that sometimes gets caught up in that moment of treasure hunting and that big score.
After a very long day away from the farm, meeting people I knew and catching-up, meeting people I did not know but had great conversations, we jump back in that pick-up and head home. I have a memory card full of treasures, and My Hero has a box of antique keys. I cannot wait to get home and sort through his treasures. I am still trying, and still have a big smile on my face.