We had a power outage this morning just as I was finishing up my entry. Such luck!

Really high winds around here today! Power went out all over town, increasing the bummed out factor for the town cops who had to direct traffic. I guess they consider that lowly duty. I suppose it's more exciting to go out to a tremendous smash up after there wasn't anybody to direct traffic....but, I shouldn't paint the town police with such a broad brush.

Whole lot of ebayin' goin' on around here. Other than that, not much....

Mom always said I had an "eye" for antiques. I saw a creamer & sugar set in a local thrift shop, which I didn't get....but when I came home I saw it bid up on ebay for twice what the thrift shop was asking for it. At first The Hub was big into me doing a lot of research before I bought anything, even something less than $10. Now, after a couple of sucessful attempts - mostly with china and glass, areas where I have a little bit of knowledge, mostly due to the influence of my mom - his attitude has changed. "If it rings that internal Little Bird bell for you then go for it!"

So tomorrow I may go back and see if it's still there. I also got a call from a potential new client today - well, her son.

Every time I become convinced that I absolutely MUST go out and get a part time job to suppliment the business, it seems like I get a call. And this call really drove home to me that if I have that apron on - or even if I don't - I have to always be "on" when I'm in public.

The son is the only child of a lady it sounds like I would absolutely love. She's quite elderly , lives by herself, has recently agreed that she could use "a little help" but is fiercely independant,etc. Her vision is failing, but that's her only health issue.

"Where did you get my name?" I asked.

"Oh, my wife saw your flyer at one of the markets...."

It turns out that I remember his wife. She was the lady who said to me, not very pleasantly, that I had to have the managers permission before I could post an ad. So, I went to the courtesy desk, and got permission. Heck, they even gave me thumbtacks. But on the way back, I decided on one of my time honored tactics for dealing with nasty people: kill 'em with kindness.

"Thank you so much for explaining about the policy to me." I said, " I got permission and they were so nice they even gave me a couple of tacks."

"What is that?" she asked, still scowling. I presumed she meant my business, on account of most people know what thumb tacks are. So I explained, politely. I may have even given her a card, it being one of those days where I was giving cards to anybody who had a pocket.

The interview, set for next week, is from that contact! You cannot imagine how tempted I had been to just march past the woman, totally ignoring her, post my ad and go home. I had worked for Mrs. C.B. for most of that day, I was tired, I was cross and worried.

One thing being beat up in Catholic school did do for me - it gave me good control over my emmotions!