Father's Day, Flea Market, Kid-Hosted Date Night

DAY 35 -- I should have known by the way it started that I was in for a terrific Father's Day. While I enjoyed a breakfast put together by my kids, they shared with me a Google presentation they had created -- "3 Reasons Why I Love My Dad."


That. Was. Awesome.

With breakfast done, I got cards and gifts including a baseball signed by my family.


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After getting the okay from Amy to do so, I headed to a nearby flea market for a morning of solo junking. This is the same flea market that Amy and I went to last year on Father's Day but this year -- since she doesn't like that sort of thing and my kids can't keep up with me -- I wanted a few hours to go at it alone.

As I tend to do when I'm flying solo, I took a quick pass through all of the vendors as soon as I arrived rather than starting at the front and working my way through the whole sale a table at a time. That way I can scope out the scene for anything that jumps out and catches my eye. Soaking in the sunshine and the typical flea market stench of B.O., I was quickly starting to regret this trip as it seemed the possibility of going home empty handed was high.

The ice broke though when I found these guys at the bottom of a box of action figures -- Fisher Price Little People and Adventure People. Maybe this day had promise after all.


Several minutes later, I saw him. The seller wearing a Goonies shirt. I was sure he'd have some stuff I'd be interested in and he certainly didn't disappoint.

One of my favorite toys I had when I was a kid was the Fisher Price Magic Show set. Even though my original set is long gone, I picked one up several years ago on eBay which came with three expansion tricks that I was unaware even existed. Approaching the table of the Goonies guy, some familiar packaging caught my eye.


See that kid on the box? I had that hair cut when I was a senior in high school.


Anyway.

One dollar? Sold. But surely this guy had more for me.

And he did.


I already had two of these movie viewers and all three of these movie cartridges, but I couldn't pass this up for five bucks. I'll likely sell these off for an okay profit.

But I wasn't quite done as I'd apparently left my self control at home.


Yep. I bought a Sony Watchman.

Not just a Watchman but a Mega Watchman -- like new with original packaging and paperwork.

Eight-year-old me wants to watch Tennessee Tuxedo on Channel 13.

Forty-year-old me will use it as a radio in his junk room.


Making my way back to the car, I thought I'd make one last sweep through the outside vendors. My logic here is that the outside booths probably cost less and so those sellers are more likely the one-and-done type who are looking to dump their junk for cheap -- not regular vendors looking to make significant profits. About to call it a day, my eye caught a Charles Barkley cup from McDonalds similar to one I had in high school. I had no sooner pulled it from a stack of cups and the seller hit me with an offer:

"Take 'em all for a buck."

A dollar for all of these? I just wanted the Charles Barkley one and I was about to offer her fifty cents for just the one. But all of them for a dollar? What the heck.


Of course, I'm no Cardinal fan, but I have a friend with one heck of a Cardinals man cave that I'm sure will take these off my hands.

I'll keep the Fred Bird cup.

. . .

Lunch at some new Philly steak place and then an afternoon in the yard.


Or in the hammock. Depends on who you ask.


I'm beginning to regret giving our old phones to the girls to use as iPods.

. . .

Amy and I were supposed to have our biweekly date night, but our babysitter became unavailable at the last minute. Hearing that we'd be staying home, the kids put together a date night of their own for us. We were given specific instructions to "put on fancy clothes" and report to the bottom of the stairs at 6:50 sharp.


Meeting my date at the rendezvous point, we were escorted to the kitchen where we were presented with a menu to select a snack and a drink. Anna, at this point, had put on her softball visor which transitioned her from hostess to waitress.


With several options to choose from, Amy chose the wine and almonds. I opted for the orange juice and banana.


After a dance in the basement, our date came to a close with a goodnight kiss. This was also part of the schedule as it was prompted by all three kids chanting "KISS! KISS! KISS!"

. . .

Then PJs. A book. And bed.


A happy Father's Day, indeed.

1 comment:

doesntmattr said...

I had that MJ cup on my windowsill with pens in it for years. The sun bleached it out and then one day I picked it up and it basically crumbled to dust in my hands. It was sad but it lasted a good 15 years longer than it should've.