"I'm seeing my father in me"

...or at least my grandmother....

I am my grandmother's granddaughter; but generally only one at a time.

I went rummage saling today. I was on the search for a recliner and the first weekend in June is the big Rummage Sale extravaganza in these here parts. At the 3rd sale I found a recliner for $30...not bad by any means. However, I wanted to see what else was available, so Kimmy and I hit up some more sales--she got a solid oak table for $5 plus the guy delivered it to her house after we realized it didn't fit in the B-Lazer. After a few more stops (plus a stop at my boss's boss's place who was having a joint sale with my boss's boss's boss [yeah, it is not as confusing as it looks]) we went back to get my recliner.

Or not. It was gone. G-O-N-E. This made me sad, but my non-aggressive nature had caused me to lose out on a recliner, but it also helped me to realize that there are "more fish in the sea." Meh.

However, this whole ordeal got me thinking about my grandmothers. My paternal grandmother has an inordinant amount of sheer "stuff." She is a die-hard rummage saler and would have never left without that recliner in the first place (along with 3 boxes of other things I am sure). She would be highly disappointed in my wishy-washiness about buying the chair in the first place and would have just bought it without looking at other options. My maternal grandmother is the complete opposite...she loathes rummage sales and putting on the estate sale when her father died was a horrendous undertaking for the whole family. She, after hearing my tale, would most likely send me the money to buy a completely new chair and throw in a little for a coffee table and end tables. The differences between these women astonish me, and I love the fact that I have qualities of both of them within my personality. I also love the fact that a few hours of rummage saling can cause me to draw these parallels and distinctions.