A - Anticipation and Auctions

And...we're off! Today is the beginning of the A-Z Blogging Challenge. I'm a little nervous that I may not be successful in this endeavor, but, I'm giving it a shot.


There has been much anticipation since about February, which resulted in a panic attack from time to time. And, now April has arrived, and I'm no more prepared than I was in February.


Since we are now living on a "farm", which consists of roughly five acres, Hubby is in need of certain pieces of farm equipment.  He has his red tractor, a plow and a disc. (Actually, I need to check with him to make sure I'm giving out the correct information. Truthfully, I'm not exactly sure what we have or what we need.)


The best place to find these needed items are at the Kidron Auction, where every Amishman and his brother take items to the auction. I was not overly thrilled to attend the auction, but, I knew Hubby was looking forward to it, so I decided to brave the weather and go with him. Were we having beautiful, unseasonably warm weather at the time of this auction? No, of course not. The unseasonably warm weather was the week before and the week after, but not the week of the auction. The weather we endured was cold, blowy, snowy, yucky, freezing, yucky weather.


We bundled up.  I was wearing: 3 pairs of socks, long johns, a pair of Hubby's pajama bottoms, jeans, three shirts, two sweatshirts, and was still freezing!

 Doesn't this look soooo interesting??

 The thing that Hubby wanted was that thing there in the middle. I am going to have to learn the names of farm equipment. (It's called a two bottom plow.) We did not take it home with us. 

The reason we did not take it home with us is because someone else wanted it  a lot more than we did. We go to an auction with the intention of getting a good deal, aware that these items are USED. Other people go to auctions with their checkbooks, but they leave their brains at home.(Quote from Hubby) If we are fortunate to get the first bid, we never, ever give the auctioneer what he's asking, because they always start out high. We always start lower. It's so annoying when people start out high. We were told by Hubby's farmer brother, that it wasn't worth going more than $250-$300. The auctioneer started out at $500, but got a bid for $250. Then something so strange happened. The auctioneer was trying to get the next bid for $300, when someone in the crowd shouted out "$500"! Huh? See what we mean about leaving their brains at home? People get goofy at auctions.  

 This is how I looked most of the time. It was stinkin' cold! 

 Need a good washing machine? There's lots to be had. I think they went for about $200.

 You know you're in "Amish Country" when you see a sign like this:

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