In the back of the wagon

P.O.D.

definition: Personal storage on demand

ok...to view the wagon or my version of a P.O.D. , see one post back on google earth.

The wagon is now in need of a water pump and is parked in the back of the apartment.
It holds the latest finds, stuff that is, well waiting for me to do the fabulous thing that I had in mind for "it"...when I bought "it"...whatever "it" might be.
The weekend before last, I had the rare weekend where I actually stayed in Indy, so I decided I was going into the "P.O.D" in search of:
1. a clip for my ipod that I remember dropping into the back seat and
2. the lid for a vintage silver blender I bought at Kane County flea market.

Two hours later, here's what I found in the back of the wagon:

1 snorkle
1 mask
2 boxes of books on tape
the girl
4 years of 1960's vintage playboys
2 6x9 JL speakers
2 green horseshoes (from Florida)
a silver rocket thing
1 subwoofer
1 12" mirror ball
Nobelopoly game
fisherman's law stick (ruler) from Florida
1 parking meter
WD 40
1 batton (as in twirling)
1 black lunch box
1 amplifier
2 oil filters, wiper blades, 6 spare fan belts (1 "no good") thanks, dad
spare pair of tennis shoes (for trips to the gym with sandy)
Deer antlers
1 antique fan
5 bowling balls
gardening tools (dads)
a stuff pony on wheels
spare hoses (dad again)
4 pool cues
a tire pump
motorcycle helmut (just in case)
poolball/cue rack
log cabin ice scraper
1 red waterski
3 jugs of coolent (waterpump problem)
1 picnic basket
1 tripod
2 vintage gas pump doors (supershell)
1 tractor steering wheel
a very heavy tool box (dad again)

I was a little overwhelmed...but when I stepped back and looked at it outside the wagon I thought, well...if i was walking past this booth at a flea market, I'd stop! Just then a pretty girl and her group of friends were walking from the bank parking lot past our apartments on the way to the bar and she looked over...and said...you have a lot of neat stuff...and I said, thanks...and then she gasped and said, oh my god..are those antlers for sale?? Of course, I hesitated and explained that they were my dads...and besides they have orange carpet it on them instead of fur...which she for some reason really seemed to like...but she agreed, since they were my dad's, I should keep them.

So, that was my trip into the P.O.D. for the month. By taking everything out and repacking it, I gained much more space! And you may laugh and shake your head in wonder at a lot of the stuff, but over the next couple weeks, I'll show you pictures that answer the question of Why?

Directions to here:
So, has anyone seen an ipod clip or a black lid to a silver blender?
They, however, were not in the back of the wagon!