Well, we went to the farm auction. Miserable weather. It was raining hard when we left and snowing when we arrived. It did stop eventually but the day was damp and cold.
Was out bid on the slate slabs. They went for half again what I wanted to pay.
The auction was a success though. I purchased a portable sawmill. I had no intention of buying a sawmill and did not even know it was there. It is on a trailer that is not roadworthy, but everything turned as it should. Runs on a gas engine that started with some effort when the auctioneer asked it to prior to opening bid. Started with who wants to pay a thousand. Not a paddle was raised. Finally, after several asks were dropped to a hundred the auctioneer asked any bids. Twenty-Five bucks says I am getting a hard slap on the arm from Linda and a shake of her head with a whispered no. Too late, no other bids and the gavel fell.
I will need to arrange transport, maybe 20 bucks for gas and a spaghetti dinner from a farm neighbor. I willl also need to get a fella from the local sawmill to adjust the beast. I am super happy, and Linda is super upset. I got the silent treatment at first on the way home, then came the pointed quistions and comments. How will you get it home? Where in the blazes, (not a precise translation), will we put it? You are too old to be playing with that thing! There was more.
My only reply was I did not object when she paid three times that much for her painting and an equal amount for some garden stuff that duplicates what we have. By the time we got to her favorite hot dog place for a quick shot of unhealthy food she had adjusted and has come to grips with the mill. I promised it would be in the "way back" out of site. She is now good with the mill or at least accepting.
Yah never knows what you will buy at an auction.