|Usually the ants stay underground, but here they are having a party on the rusty bucket.|
But, back to the rusty bucket! My eye caught a glass dome among the treasures behind the museum. This museum is not like others...most of the stuff seemed like it was for sale...and this domed glass object was one of them. It would be a perfect replacement for the rusty bucket.
|Doesn't this look much nicer than the rusty bucket?|
"It's too small, Jackie," was Ray's reply when he saw it.
"No, it isn't. It might be a tight fit, but the ant colony will adjust to it," I replied. This was perfect. It would look like a crystal ball in the yard. I was determined that we buy it.
Johnnie Meier, the owner of the museum gave us a fair price. He said that this was the dome of a street light...and he had another if we wanted two. I began to waver....two...that would be nice...because if you have read any of my earlier blogs....you know that I tend to anthropomorphize things...and I thought that maybe this glass dome would like to have a friend travel across the country to a new home. But we only needed one....and Ray was even hesitant about getting just one.
After much discussion, I convinced Ray that we needed that glass dome....well, maybe he just gave in. He still thought it was too small. I acquiesced with separating the two glass domes and just bringing one home. We wrapped it in a blanket and secured it in the back of the van. It managed to be in our way when unpacking and packing the van when we stopped for the night. It did not matter...I was so happy with our purchase that no amount of grumbling about it dashed my spirits.
When we arrived home I waited patiently as Ray unpacked the van. He carefully handed me my treasure. I carried to the rusty bucket. This could not be! My crystal ball was too small! Ray was standing by the van, watching me, sensing my disappointment. He dared not utter the words that I know he was thinking...I told you so. Instead, he said, "Maybe we can find another place for it."
|Ray calls it Jackie's Folly....and I am okay with that.|
|Ray and the Rusty Bucket|