We are back from our visit to TinyTown.
Nevertheless, we got to see a lot of our old friends at the church yard sale. That's why we went back. Because the church, where I used to be a secretary, had a yard sale. Lots of people said, "Y'all didn't come back just for this yard sale, did you?" and when we said yes we got a lot of "…oh."
But hey, they had a lot of good stuff!
And somebody had to fool around with just everything. Somebody was randy and full of beans.
Apparently, they were selling really forced smiles, and Marvin picked one up. This is one of the guys Marvin was in a band with. He has the coolest cat ever, and he IS the coolest cat ever.
That's his similarly cool wife on the right. She is the first friend I made in TinyTown. Her camera is better than mine. Also too? Everything she bought at the yard sale suddenly seemed like a really swanky treasure I had somehow missed.
But now let us turn our attention to the woman on the left. This is Lucy, and she said I could use her real name. I asked if she wanted a fake blog name, but she said she has gone with "Lucy" all these years, and it'd seem odd to switch now. Lucy is in my top 10 list of favorite people on earth, right after Barry Gibb and all kittens. The entire time we are together we are in hysterics.
No, we didn't hit the bar after the sale. We had pizza. At Papa Joe's, in case there was any mystery.
At the sale, there was this whole mysterious kitchen section, and Lucy, who has been making dinner for her husband for 54 years, continues to be baffled and amused by my lack of cooking prowess. There was this tin for sale, it was like a muffin tin, only instead of little spaces to put muffin mix were little corn-shaped indentations.
"Lucy? How do you make corn with this?" I figured this was some Southern dish that had escaped me thus far.
Lucy looked at the tin and she looked at me. "No. You–"
Then she started to laugh. "It's not for corn." She started to double over. "It's for corn muffins." She started to cry a little. "You take your corn meal–" But she knew she'd lost me at 'corn meal.'
She called some people over to tell them my latest humiliation, but she was laughing so hard I thought she was going to spit up.
"She thinks you make corn in the corn stick pan!"
Oh, the hilarity that ensued. And, didn't she say corn muffins the first time? Then all of a sudden they were all talking about corn sticks! Are corn muffins and corn sticks the same thing? These people who cook speak in tongues.
And also, why is it when we are eating corn products, we must remind ourselves that we are eating corn? When you eat corn on the cob, they give you those little corn-shaped sticky things to hold the corn. Now when you eat corn muffins, or these mysterious corn sticks, they are supposed to be corn-shaped. Why? When you drink a strawberry shake you don't drink from a strawberry glass. You don't cut your steak with a T-bone-shaped knife.
Anyway, after Lucy pulled herself together she gave me the coolest thing. She made me a copy of her wedding photo, of which I have been enamored for the longest time. She knows I collect old photos, plus she and her husband are so CUTE in their wedding photo! Look:
Look how beautiful. And that dress!
Whit, our handsome groom, was TinyTown's doctor forever, and he basically delivered the town. Well. You should try to have a lunch with that man. It was like trying to lunch with Tom Hanks. He knew every person at every table. He had to hob and knob with the whole place. I was kind of cool by association.
We got many good things at the sale, such as this vase:
and some sort of movie camera (that was a Marvin purchase).
And what visit to TinyTown would be complete without a trip to the Tractor Supply store, where someone may have received a John Deere tug-of-war toy? Which was easy to photograph in action, at any rate.
So in all, it was a fine visit to the town that is not so large. Why did we move, again?