We enjoy wandering through flea markets looking at all of the trash and treasures on display, and one of the best ones is the huge Webster Flea Market, held every Monday in Webster, Florida. Rain was predicted for yesterday afternoon, so we were up a little after 7 a.m. hoping to beat the storm.
There aren’t many places in this country where we can go and not run into one of our readers and yesterday was no exception. We had hardly set foot on the grounds when we bumped into Marilyn Forbes, who was there shopping for bargains with another lady. We chatted for a minute or two, then went off in different directions.
Okay, I’ll probably offend at least a couple of people with this, but I really don’t care. Maybe it’s something you need to hear, even if you don’t want to. If you have one of those barking rats that a lot of folks mistakenly believe are dogs, and if you have to put it in a baby stroller and push it through a crowded place like a flea market, where there are lots of other barking rats and some real dogs, too, don’t get upset if I give you a dirty look or even say something about your little noisemaker. No, it’s not cute, it’s not lovable, and it’s damn sure not appreciated by the people around you. There must have been a dozen of the obnoxious little creatures that barked incessantly and could be heard from two rows away. And the clods who owned them seemed totally oblivious to their noise. If your dog has to bark at everything it sees, leave it at home where it can irritate the neighbors while you’re gone.
We left the flea market about 12:30, just as it started to rain, and after stops at the Escapees Sumter Oaks RV park and a couple others in Bushnell to drop off sample bundles of the Gypsy Journal, we got on Interstate 75 to come back to Three Flags RV Resort just as the worst of the downpour hit. For the next eight miles to our exit it was pouring so hard that even with the Explorer’s windshield wipers on full force visibility was less than 50 feet. Of course, that didn’t stop a lot of fools from blasting past us at 75 miles an hour.
This was one of the roads here in the campground when we got home. Break out the Sea Eagle kayaks, baby, it’s time to paddle!
Eventually the storm eased up and we went out again to have dinner at Red Lobster in The Villages, the upscale retirement community a few miles away. If you’ve never been to The Villages (yes, that’s the official name of the place, with a capital T), it’s quite an experience. There are as many golf carts as cars and they drive them everywhere.
Today we leave Three Flags and go to the Florida State Fairgrounds for the Tampa RV Super Show. It’s only about 75 miles, but there will be road construction for much of the way. What fun. We won’t have a vendor booth, but we’ll be at the show all week, wandering around looking at all the goodies and seeing a lot of friends. That part will be fun!
Thought For The Day – The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea. – Isak Dinesen