Today I went tag “sailing” … something I haven’t done in months and months. Two churches and a gated community were having sales. I hit the first one just as it opened. Got a journal (because iI can’t help myself), a cool glass jar (because witches just can’t pass them up), and a donut (to support a good cause). At the larger church event, I found what turned out to be the best find: a looks-like-new Lodge 12-inch cast iron covered deep skillet. Depending on where you shop, it costs $45-$79. I got it for $10.

Long ago I gave away my cast iron skillets because I could no longer lift them easily. As time went on, I missed them. Before I would allow myself to get it, I came back onto the bus and looked for a place it would fit. I found the only spot except for under the driver’s seat where Pye sometimes stays when we’re traveling – under the chest refrigerator next to my cast iron cauldron, the box of black contractor bags, and a yoga block. I got back to the seller as some gentleman headed that way, but I snatched it up before he got any closer. I also found a wooden box with lots of dividers inside … something else I have a tough time passing up. It was $1, and I reasoned it could hold my overflow of essential oils and tincture bottles.

At the very next stop, I found a Lodge cookbook for $1, and at the house after that, a whole bunch of essential oils for $.50 each. And another journal. Mine! Mine!

I am grateful for the man who helped me navigate Karma around a crowded corner and into a just-big-enough spot on the side of the road. I got in a lot of walking, also fining a pairing knife, a headband, sample-sized hand lotion and hand sanitizer, and a book and pj pants with unicorns on them for Robin’s daughter. Oh, and a bottled water and an old beaded purse that will hold a round deck of tarot cards. All for less than $20.

Plus I met a woman who had seen my skoolie at Avalon Beach. Her daughter wants to build out a bus, so I’m hoping we can connect.

My only regret was not buying the small cone-shaped Yule tree covered in shades of green beach glass from an artist at the second church. I might try to find out who she was, or make one when I get back to New Hampshire where my now very small collection of beach glass resides.

May you all find treasures.