Getting ready for the upcoming Christmas Carriage Driving Season ( I need to find the rest of my winter gear)
Writing and addressing my Christmas cards (I won't have any time after November 25)
Shopping for Christmas gifts (see previous statement)
Cleaning my house (both my mother and my brother are coming to visit. The level of chaos and clutter shame me. We're used to it, others, not so much. So I clean)
One of the things I've been contemplating is getting rid of some stuff. Not junk, mind you. And not crap I want to donate to the D.I. or Salvation Army. I'm talking good stuff that I just don’t do anything with any more. Stuff that I love, or that I use, just not so much. Could I live without it? Yeah. I just drag my feet about the actual getting rid of part. I used to sell a lot of stuff on ebay, but now I'm too lazy to deal with the mailing of it so I put stuff on KSL.com to sell locally then I don't have to mess with the shipping.
For example, in my garage I have a thing called a Hit-Away. I'm thinking of selling it. It's basically a softball on a string attached to a pole. You whack it and it winds around a pole, then as it unwinds you whack it again. It's for people to practice their batting skills with. Hand/eye coordination. But I’ll tell you what it's really good for: bashing the shit out of something without getting arrested. That's right. Have a fight with your kid? Don't pull a "Facebook Mom" stunt and shake them to death. Go out to your Hit-Away and crack the crap outta that softball with that Louisville Slugger until you feel all that pent up rage Melt-Away.
You know, maybe I'll wait a bit on selling the Hit-Away. At least until after Christmas. Or maybe when The Kid goes away to college.
Anyway, one of the things I'm contemplating selling is the best gift ever. It's one I gave mind you, not one that I got. But I love it just the same. And I would have killed to have this when I was a child. We had to use carboard boxes to make our "stables".
Available for immediate occupancy; spacious two stall barn on acreage only limited by your imagination. Comes complete with hay storage up top, wall to wall shavings, and sliding doors front and back. Exterior features full fencing, jump standards, and cavaletti. Also included are appliances such as grass cutters and hedge trimmers. Methane gas heat. Border Collie security comes standard. Owner willing to include some amenities such as bagged corn and oats, and tack trunk. Don’t miss out on a fantastic starter barn.
(No, I did not put Wednesday the cat in the barn. I was taking the photos and she climbed in it herself. Distracting in a Catzilla kind of way? Yes, but it does give an idea as to the scale.
And trust me, if I had the time, and someone else willing to play "Breyer Horses" with me, I probably wouldn't get rid of this either.
6 comments:
Dang. Where are grandkids when you need them? I'd buy it in a heartbeat if only I didn't have to store it for heaven-only-knows how long (perhaps forever?) till I could give it to a grandchild and then I'd get to play with it. It's wonderful!
---MBA
Oh, man. What I wouldn't have given to have that set-up as a kid. Now, I'm lucky enough to have something almost as nice with real, live horses and kitties at the right scale!
Grandkids...(major shudder!!!) Hey, MBA, my kid ois only 17 so lets chill any talk of grandkids for maybe 15-30 years, okay? Or longer. Or never. Whatever she wants.
Dreaming, yes I did have that same set up for 8 years in Trimble, Missouri. All those farm animals? That's what we had. Plus I forgot to stick the peacock in the mix. We had a cock and a hen. And waaaay more chickens. Plus two barn cats, but none of them to the scale of Wednesday.
I will say one thing about the play farm vs the real one. It's much easier to take vacations when you have the play farm.
Is this avalable? I want it for my girls for xmas!
Sorry, Laura, the barn went a long time ago... But not how you might think. Eight days after I posted this, (2010) one of my beloved collegues passed away. He had inquired about the Breyer Barn, but the asking price was more than he wanted to spend. A few days before Christmas I was driving carriage when his voice whispered in my ear. He said, "My grand kids would love that barn." I conferred with my daughter, who was the real owner of the set, and with her approval I gave it to his grandchildren. I'm not usually so generous, but stepping in to deliver a gift that they otherwise would never get, one is knew he wanted for them, felt like the right thing to do.
Sorry, Laura, the barn went a long time ago... But not how you might think. Eight days after I posted this, (2010) one of my beloved collegues passed away. He had inquired about the Breyer Barn, but the asking price was more than he wanted to spend. A few days before Christmas I was driving carriage when his voice whispered in my ear. He said, "My grand kids would love that barn." I conferred with my daughter, who was the real owner of the set, and with her approval I gave it to his grandchildren. I'm not usually so generous, but stepping in to deliver a gift that they otherwise would never get, one is knew he wanted for them, felt like the right thing to do.
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