The interesting thing about being married to O’Half is that you
never know what he might bring home from an auction. The worst
thing about being married to O’Half is that . . .
you never know what he might bring home from an auction.
This week I called out “Good Luck!” and off he went. From what he
brought home I can just about figure out how the afternoon went.
First I think he went with his friends to the little cafe area at the auction
house. They probably talked and bragged about the great deals they had
recently bought—-found a Rembrandt in a corner of an old house, etc . . .
And might have had two or three grasshoppers. Those old drinks are too
sweet for me, but they can be powerful so I’m told.
The grasshoppers might have influenced his first purchase when he got back
into the swing of the auction.
Yes, I think the influence of the drinks was obvious from his next buy.
As he was gazing out the auction house window, he spied a neighboring
church—and made a beeline for it to say a prayer and give him strength for his
It worked! for although he fell for a local artist’s work
he also bought a very nice sailboat piece.
As I said, I never know what surprises he’ll bring home! All in a day’s work.