Living here in Maine there is a long off season. The local flea market is ridiculously high priced, little to pick there. Often the Wally World acrossed the street has the same item cheaper and new in the box. I have gone to auctions in the past, but now that I am so into yard sale-ing, the very idea of bidding an item up instead of dickering it down in price, just goes against my grain. I do watch Craigslist, mostly for coins and bullion. But mostly it comes down to getting itchy to buy something, to go yard sale-ing, getting the shakes, going into withdrawals, driving passed the fading signs on the telephone poles and remenising with the wife as we go past houses we have picked in prior yrs about what we found at each sale and for how little. We laugh at ourselves for doing this, but it is something we have been finding ourselves doing now that we have a couple of yrs under our belts of picking. We will be driving along and one of us will say, as we pass a house, "Picked that place last yr, remember? You found an SX-70 there." Or "They had junk." LOL Someone else has already said it, but starting to drink heavily seems like the final option. Always darkest just before the dawn, but thankfully spring does come, just when we are in our darkest, drunken mood.
T.