A beginner's guide to bidding at an auction......

   As many of you may know, and for those who do not, we have a small antique business where we buy, sell and sometimes trade. They might be old things, not so old things, or maybe even new. The intent is, of course, to make a bit of money. If we relied on our antiques to buy our food or put gas in the car, we would need to step into an entirely new category where buying and selling becomes a full time job. At this point in life that is too big a step, so we maintain a somewhat 'hobby status' which allows us to buy and sell things we like just for the 'fun of it' and of course, it's not a bad thing  to make a little profit too.

   Most of the items we purchase, we buy at auctions and the truth of the matter is that.... auctions and watching people at the auction is down right fun and entertaining. No yard sale shopping here. Boring! At the auction, things can get 'down and dirty' with each person having their own style on 'how and when to bid' or when to stick up their hand or card. The fun can be matching your style with the others in the room. And if you get it right, you can pick up some pretty good deals.

   For those just starting out I thought I might give a few pointers and suggestions based upon my vast amount of worldly experience, well maybe not that vast and maybe not that worldly!.

   Suggestion one. Get to the auction early and preview. Now you probably are thinking that I am talking about the items to be sold. Wrong. I am talking about previewing the others in the room. Watch their actions and behavior, their moves. Do they carry a pad and pencil. Are they watching you watching them? It is important and helpful to be able to spot the serious dealers in the crowd. Often those bidders will set the tone of the auction and the prices. When they buy food at the snack bar, do they pay with a $20?

   Number two. Seating or standing location are key to auction success. Where one stands or sits separates the players from the sight-seers. There are many theories about location. Depending upon the auction, I often like to sit near the front, near the auctioneer. That way he or she has a clear line of sight to me when I bid. If it is a new auction, I may hang out in near the back for a while. That way I can see who is bidding on what, who my competition might be and what the items of their interests are. And often, it is just easier to get to the snack bar. Some auctions have great food. Would you rather go to an auction that has freshly made donuts or ones dumped out of a cardboard box?

   Number three. There is a flow to an auction, usually dictated by the pace of the auctioneer. It is important, depending upon the type and style of bidder you are, to pick up on the speed, pace and verbal rhythm of the auctioneer quickly. There are some who move very slowly, trying to squeeze out every dollar for each item. Those auctions can go on for what seems like days. Others move right along and before you know it, the item is sold and you never even got the chance to  bid, And if the auctioneer is really fast, before long you are left sitting alone, eating your freshly cooked donuts, while everyone else has packed up their trucks and vans and are on their way home.

   Number four. Some auctioneers will give you a clue when they are about to 'sell' the item. “Going, once, going twice......sold' is a common refrain. But there are others who use a simple shout of “sold.” No warning. For 'sniper' bidders like myself, it is important to learn the style of the auctioneer so you can get that last bid. Practicing in front of a mirror may help.

   Number five. Whether you are the successful bidder on an item or not, never, never show emotion. Save your expressions of joy or sorrow (tears) when you get back in the car and are out of the parking lot. Emotions are a dead giveaway and could be used against you by the 'well seasoned' auction-goer and experienced bidder. As they say...”never let them see you cry!”

   Number six. Avoid direct eye contact with those bidding against you. It will ensure, even guarantee, that you will end up paying more than you had intended. And if you do make eye contact by mistake, just close your eyes and turn your head in the opposite direction.

   A key to successful purchasing at an auction is timing. There are several theories about when to jump in on the bidding, when to back off and when to snipe.

   (For those not familiar with the term, 'snipe bidding' is trying to sneak in at the very last possible milli-second, not allowing time for the others to bid.)

   Depending upon how important the item is to you, you may opt to not be the first bidder. It's called "psyching out" the opponent. That way you can determine who else in the room has interest in the same item. There are times I want to be the first bidder, especially if people are not paying attention. At least by being the first bidder, others may think they know that I am interested in bidding, or maybe I am just a decoy for the auctioneer to get the bidding started.

   The most difficult decision at the auction is to know when to get out. My suggestion is to set your upper limit on what you are willing to pay.... and then know that you will probably spend more, not that this has ever happened to me.

   It is easy to get sucked into the emotion and the fun of the auction, but when the auction is finally over and you've loaded up your truck with some great buys, what you really may have done is to make new friends, have a great deal of fun and maybe even take any leftover donuts home.
    Oh! One more. Number seven. Don't forget your checkbook! Happy bidding and see you at the auction!

Perfect…. Just Perfect

   As I sat down to prepare to write this week,  I again fought the urge to write about politics and the upcoming election or the weather. One would definitely have to admit  the weather the past several days in early October has been more summer-like than Fall and would make a great topic. I could write about leaves,  especially since most have now fallen from the trees into my yard. But I'll pass on both topics again this week 

   Each week, as I think about the subject matter for the  column, my hope is to make the selection of the topic 'perfect',  perfect for all the readers. The 'perfect column'!  But before I began to write what I might consider the 'perfect column', I needed to do a bit of homework, because the word ‘perfect’ is used  so frequently now I wanted to make sure I get it right.

     According to Webster’s New World Dictionary  the word perfect means ‘a state of excellence’ or ‘faultlessness’. Completely correct! One only needs to listen to the conversations going on around us to hear the word used with constant regularity.  The perfect dress, the perfect car or maybe the perfect restaurant. Does that mean that everything is 'faultless'? How often do we hear about the  perfect storm? Too much snow...or not enough snow?

      We have all hoped, at one time or another, for the perfect date. Every bride and groom dreams of the perfect wedding. We search endlessly for the fast food restaurant chain that will serve us the perfect hamburger. For me it was always White Castle.

     The coach who wants his team to win the championship game encourages his players to play the perfect game or how about the conductor of the orchestra directing the musician with the wave of the baton, encouraging them to play the perfect concerto.

     Sales people are taught to use the word ‘perfect’ as many times as possible. If I remember from my training, I think it was five times in five minutes “That suit is perfect for you. It matches your eyes.” 
   "I don’t want a suit to match my eyes. I want a suit to  fit properly! “Oh. This tie is a perfect match too.” Is it a perfect match to the suit, my eyes or my credit card?

     Car sales people always have the perfect car for you. How do they know what's perfect?  “This new minivan would be perfect for you,the sales person says,  sizing up the young woman to be a soccer mom. Actually,  she had her eye on the little red convertible. OK. So she is a   'hot' soccer mom.

    We all want are children to grow up to be perfect. Do perfect parents ensure perfect children or is it the other way around? 
    Maybe you have heard someone say, “She is the perfect candidate to run for office in the upcoming election.” What makes her perfect? Maybe she knows the right people or has lots of money!  (Sorry. I was going to stay away from politics.)

    We have all heard of the perfect fool or the perfect stranger. How about the perfect novel or movie. We search for the perfect gift for that special (perfect) friend. Chocolate  works for me!

    Recently I overheard two friends talking. One was planning a party for her sister and her new boy friend. She wanted to make sure that everything was……you guessed it,  perfect! With that kind of expectation there are bound to be problems.

     I think I have figured out this word ‘perfect,’ however. For something to be perfect, it must be measured against a standard of some kind. That standard can be real or it can be imaginary, like a picture in your mind.

     I knew a coach who taught his player to swing a baseball bat with their eyes closed. "Picture in your mind the baseball racing toward home plate and just as it crosses the plate, swing the bat, sending the ball over the outfield fence." Basketball coaches often do the same for practicing foul shots. It's amazing, but I have never missed an imaginary foul shot in my life!   :)

   So for my readers and friends, I bring this  ‘perfect column’ to a conclusion and I hope you all have the perfect week.

Things that go bump in the night and other scary moments...................

   I made a conscious decision not to write about the upcoming elections, although this year there could be a great deal to write about, at least  in Maine. I considered some thoughts about the holidays, maybe Halloween, but that might be for another time.

  The other night, as the rain quietly descended upon Pittsfield and the surrounding area, I was startled out of a deep sleep with a loud 'bump'. I know there are children's stories about things that go 'bump in the night', designed to generate nightmares in childhood dreams. Could it be something hiding under the bed? 
   It is funny how darkness often causes us to be somewhat more fearful, probably because it is difficult for most of us to see in the dark. But think about lying awake in bed and imaging all those creatures crawling on the ceiling, the walls and the floor,,, and now crawling all over my arms and legs. And those two little eyes staring at me from the corner of the room? I hope they belong to the dog.

   Not too often, I will wake up in the middle of the night either because the dog jumped on the bed, some squirrel raced across the roof or a tree branch brushed against the house because of the wind. At that time, in a semi-sleep state, the mind races. What just happened? But as I lay quietly trying to get back to sleep, I begin to count sheep or try to solve all the problems that didn't get solved the day before, or anticipate the events of tomorrow and before long, if I'm lucky, I drop off back to sleep. 
   Then in what seems to be only a few short minutes the alarm announces  the beginning of another day. Waking, I have little recollection of what I thought about in those sleepless moments. Had I solved the problems of the world? If I did, why didn't I write them down for future reference.

   I don't necessarily believe in spirits or things that move about us from the past, although there have been times when it felt that I was not alone the room. Just look at poor Bob Marley in the 'Christmas Carol.' Those spirits certainly did keep him busy for a while. But the lessons he learned. Wow! And Christmas is right around the corner. Maybe there is hope for me!

     The mind works in mysterious ways and whether you call it a 'bump in the night' or an 'ah-ha' moment (a daylight version of a bump in the night), there is a time we come to an 'awareness' of something we have struggled to remember or in some cases, have tried to forget. How often, at the most unsuspecting moment, have we remembered where we put something or have finally remembered someone's name, perhaps at three o'clock in the morning

   Now I am sure there is someone out there reading this blog and saying....”yep, he's lost it this time, again! Too many bumps in the night for him, perhaps from falling out of bed. But with so much going on in the world, there are bound to be things that get tucked away in one of those little crevices in the brain and when you least expect it, out they pop, like the name of your first real date ( other than taking you cousin to the prom) or where you put the extra set of car keys. In many cases, the things we suddenly remember are not that important, but still it is interesting to see how the mind works.

   Those sleepless moments in the middle of the night can be very frustrating though. Why now, keeping me awake, as I fight to get back to sleep. I do need get my beauty sleep!
   But just to make sure, let me check under the bed just one more time.

Do- Si- Do.........

   Definition: Do-Si-Do (sometimes spelled dosado) A dance step where two dancers, face to face, advance and pass right shoulder to right shoulder and without turning, each dancer moves to the right, passing the other back to back, then move backwards, passing each other with the left shoulders and returning to the starting position.

   It was a beautiful mid-September Saturday evening. Some friends had opened their recently restored barn for an evening of square dancing. Square dancing? Family and friends had been invited to spend a bit of time together and while there were some people in the crowd who were acquainted with each other at some level, for  most, it was a group of strangers, just spending some time together.
   Ages in the group ranged from some school age kids all the way up to those my age and beyond, people who actually remembered what square dancing really was, probably from gym class in school. No 'rap' music here, although I suppose if you allowed your mind to wander, the dance caller might be considered a rapper......Ever hear a 'rapper' with a thick New England accent?

   The evening began with a pot luck supper. As is often the case, there was enough food to feed a group twice the size, maybe even half the population of Maine. The mixture of smells and tastes was enough to please anyone's  palate. My favorite..... the fresh vegetable dishes. After all, it is harvest time and what better way to share the harvest than with friends at an old fashioned Saturday night get together.

   Tucked away in the corner were several tables piled high with desserts and other sweets. But the desserts would wait until later. It was now time to dance.

   Within a few minutes after eating, the floor was cleared, the square dance caller set up his equipment and we were ready to go. 
   In the beginning it reminded me of the first junior high school dance. Everyone stuck close to the wall, not wanting to be the first on to the dance floor. But most of us were adults and no need to be coy at this age. And with a bit of encouragement from the 'caller' the center of the barn was filled with giggly, chatty groups ready for the challenge.

    Now I use the word 'challenge' because for most of us in the room, unless they were currently members of a local square dance group, and there are some in the area, for the most of us, the last time we square danced was probably in physical education in high school. But the square dance caller was very patient and after a review of some of the key moves and terms, it was almost like riding a bicycle, except most of us moved across the floor a lot slower than we did in high school. Age does have a way of slowing one down a bit.

   Let's see......circle to the left, then back to the right, face your partner and so-si-do, allemande left and promenade right, get back home and do it again! It brought back memories of yesterday. It was the only time the boys and girls gym classes ever met together each year. Hold her hand! Are you kidding me.

   Even the younger ones in attendance this night managed to put aside their cell phone for a few minutes and join in the fun. I can only imagine the text messages that followed to their friends. “You'll never guess what I just did.” Better yet...”You'll never guess what my parents just did!”

   As the evening progressed and the dancing continued, the conversations and laughing got louder and people seemed to have a really good time. Remember, this was a group of people that, for the most part, did not know each other before this evening and while they might pass each other unknowingly in the aisles of the local grocery store, that would  have been the extent of any social interaction. But tonight was different.

    The evening turned out to be a huge success. Good food, good dancing, new friends, and the cell phones were set aside for a few minutes. Kind of sounds like the “old days,” no cell phones in the old days, when people would get together on a Saturday night at the local grange, a school gym or at someone's barn, kick out the cows and horses for a few hours and have some good 'down home' fun. It's what happened in small towns and communities across the country many years ago. It's how friends and neighbors got to know each other just a little bit better with a do-si-do and an allemande left.

   Unfortunately those days are probably long gone. But for those of us with a bit a gray hair and some distant memories of the Saturday night social, this particular night brought back some memories of a simpler life.
   And those other distant memories of square dancing in gym class? Holding hands with that special girl from period three gym class didn't turn out too bad either!!   :)  

The real sight was much better than the picture, the rich deep blue sky behind the brightly colored leaves. It was a beautiful day in the neighborhood.