Attic Treasures Flea Market (Again). Last weekend, by Sunday afternoon I was beyond exhausted. On Friday I’d given a book talk/magic show at the Terrace Club in Mahopac then spent the evening getting ready for a Saturday job I was dreading. When my agent called weeks before, the dancing dollar signs had trumped the reality of the gig—six straight hours of performing strolling magic for the opening of the new Lord & Taylor store at Ridge Hill in Yonkers. Saturday was gorgeous, and they had me working outdoors. I got breaks—15 minutes per hour—but by the time I got to the break room, I only got to sit down for 5 minutes. I don’t know how I made it through, but I did.
I got home to Peekskill at 6pm and jumped in the car with Alexis and headed for Kingston. We had comp tickets to see Colin Mochrie & Brad Sherwood from “Whose Line is it Anyway” at UPAC. The show was unbelievably hilarious and we got to meet the performers afterwards. We got home at 12:30am. I’d moved all my weekend acupuncture patients to Sunday morning, starting at 8:30am. Again, I somehow did it, but by the time I was done I was practically seeing double. I needed some serious R&R. I called my neighbor Annie and invited her to the flea market, which was going strong just steps from our building.
Some people relax at casinos, spending money for entertainment and to relax. On Sunday, the Attic Treasures Flea Market felt similar to me. I decided I’d spend a certain amount, just for fun. For $15 I got a lot of great stuff – amethyst necklace, wind chimes alarm clock, beaded purse and a pair of pants. (The pants don’t fit, so I threw away $2.) Annie bought a fabulous outrageous hat for $1 and gave it to me as a gift. Then it got serious. Ferdinand was selling a beautiful set of nesting mahogany tables, perfect for my studio, as well as a lovely wrought-iron plant stand, perfect for my terrace. My exhaustion probably affected my willpower, but I’m not sorry I bought them. I still spent under $100 total. Then Annie and I went to the BeanRunner for lunch.
So my Peekskill part of the weekend was very short, but pretty great.
