In thinking about Francie's long awaited road trip I thought maybe one of them would be a good back up plan (no pun intended) and chose a blue pick up truck. A Hot Wheels blue pick up truck, with the slogan Free Delivery on it to be specific. Then I thought, hey! maybe this is valuable! Maybe in some lonely spot on the road if it was needed, she could cash it in for big bucks! So I looked it up and there it was, on a collectors page, the very truck I was holding in my hand, albeit a bit newer, as in never out of the packaging, but so what? Vintage. Cool. Very cool. Very vintage. It even says so.
So, as it turns out, it's worth 5.99. New. Better to go for an alternate universe experience where Tony and Noah themselves come to the rescue. Sorry, Francie.
|What remains of my shelf parking lot|
|Boats and horses. Sea and land. I love that this is an English style stirrup.|
|Under all this manure, there's gotta be a pony somewhere...|
|Some guy had this on his trash pile years and years ago. I wish I knew its story.|
|Oh! you don't want that? I do! Is the stove that burner went to buried in my yard too?|
Maybe my happiest finds are the ones that wash to the shore (and I don't mean the many, many plastic bottles, flip flops, broken styro coolers, etc.). I haven't found any really good ones (meaning, not made of styrofoam) in a long time.
|The now defunct chicken coop in the background *sniff*|
While wandering the yard, this guy, who, due to the drought has been seriously decimating my patiently grown ground cover with his sisteren and brethren - moved in languid fashion out of my way, waiting for my departure to continue the flora devastation. Of course, to me it's devastation. To him, it's the best salad bar going.
And thus goeth another day on Culebra, where treasures of the monetary valueless sort, the sort that have so much value to many of us (okay, maybe not the cars and rusty bits, that's just me) pile up tangibly and in memory.
Have a wistfully wily Wednesday. Do something worthlessly worthwhile.