Last chance.
Dean woke me up this morning begging to watch his Batman DVD on the laptop. I told him he could and almost turned over to fall back asleep when the thought popped into my head . . . Homburg. I jumped out of bed, threw on some clothes and ran out the door. My last flea market before I leave and to make it really memorable, I walked around in the rain. Not that I had a choice, my umbrellas are nailed shut in a crate somewhere en route to the U.S. There weren’t many vendors there because of the weather, but I mananged to find the most important thing I was looking for–a sugar bowl for my sister-in-law. It’s an old Villeroy and Boch “Bergenland” pattern in red and white. I think she’ll like it. And the real treasure I picked up was two matching Limoges creamers for €14. The poor man didn’t know what he had. I didn’t bat an eyelash when he said €15 and then I promptly offered him €14. They’re a terrific shade of celedon green with gold detailing, in perfect condition made circa 1925. Okay, I realize the only person reading this who might care at all is my friend Casey. I wish she would have been there with me.
I feel like I’m now in the eye of the storm. There’s nothing to do but wrap things up here and get on the plane. Then the wind will start blowing the other way. It still cracks me up, after all the adventurous places we’ve lived, that I’m excited to move to Little Rock.

