I am selective in what I decide to bring up and leave for posterity. I admit. Some days are great, some are not so much.
Saturday morning we woke up to a very sunny day. We had coffee on the run and went with a friend to look for a second-hand massage table. She is a student in her last year at kineto-therapy. We visited this epic market, where you could find basically everything, except a massage table. It was very cold. And if you like people watching, you would have had a feast. I remember going to similar markets in my hometown with my dad. It was an adventure back then as well; but I never really enjoyed the process. You can bargain for everything, but something in me changed in the last few years. Fair trade and paying a fair wage are very important to me. If you gain something from a trade, somebody somewhere eats that cost. It will be an endless tension between the business mind and increasing your profit, and not cutting corners for the faster increase, but working with integrity in your apparent detriment at time.
So the darn market: two shirts for 1 dollar, tires, skies, coins, chairs, tv, furniture, fruit, stamps, toys, it’s basically a huge garage-sale combined with a dollar store, antiques show and farmers market, all in a -5 degrees weather. Joy.
I came home so drained I had to take a very long hot bath and and then clean the house to relax my mind.