Today we learned that the Castle has been sold. We attended the estate sale there this morning.
When I walk onto the Castle grounds, I become a little girl again... walking hand in hand with my dad... excited to be visiting my aunt who owned The Castle back then. I'm studying the angelic ceiling with the puffs of clouds all around, and another ceiling which reminds me of a decorated birthday cake. I'm being patient while Dad visits with his sister... and I have no cares. I dream of queens and kings and princesses and the mystery that stays hidden beyond the old wooden staircase.
Okay... back to the estate sale...
We asked the woman (the queen) who was having the sale, "Have you ever come across the ghost that lives here?"
"I've lived here 10 years and never saw one single ghost," she said.
Gary thinks that maybe she was a ghost... *insert horrified, scared face here!*
The one thing I found that I couldn't live without was this picture that hung on the wall.
Unfortunately, it was not for sale. I guess I can live without it after all. *Insert frown here*
There were knights and swords and antiques of all kinds...
The 'monkey table' below was one thing Gary was drawn to. Fortunate for him, this eyesore was for sale and it was only twenty bucks.
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| Monkey table is getting a good washing... (minus the glass top) |
It was a good day. A beautiful summer day! And speaking of summer, The day is not complete without a quick stop to love on the grandkids a bit...
Dear Diary,
Laundry day is my favorite day. There's nothing like getting lost in a pile of warm clothes, fresh out of the dryer. Gracie.
