My head is weak, my heart always speaks, before I know what it will say

So while surfing eBay, I came across this HUGE collection of legos for sale. The auction was astounding in its shear size and quality. Check it out here (I don't know how long the images will be hosted, though). I emailed the seller what the dealio behind all the legos was, but he/she nebulously replied, "yes there is a story, there always is.. hehe.. I would like to tell it but I will save that for later.. I hope you enjoyed the auction." Which of course made me feel even more curious, but I have to respect someone else's privacy. Dang! I don't know what the retail value of all that lego is, but the auction ended at $19,400, didn't meet the reserve, and I'm guessing probably didn't even come close.

I had lunch with my oldest of my two older sisters this weekend and it was great to see her. These days I don't really get to see my siblings unless it's a family event of some sort. It's really strange, but lately I've been feeling more "like an adult" or something. I'm starting to see all of my family as regular people leading their irregular lives like everyone else.

Of course they've always been that, but from my point of view as the youngest, I guess I've always assigned some weird expectations of infallibility to certain things about their lives. For most of my life, they always had all the answers, all the toys, and all the fun stuff to do. I guess maybe I finally feel more like a peer rather than the whipping boy. Weird!

p.s. The title is one of my favorite lines from the lyrics of "Crooked Teeth" by Death Cab For Cutie