Yard Sale

In my dream:
It was a warm sunday morning in autumn and I had just bought gas. I noticed across the street there was an interesting looking yardsale. The first thing that caught my eye were these stand-alone kitchen counters with racks behind them, because I knew trixie had wanted one. I was going to take a look and maybe let her know that they had 3 (!) to choose from. But.. as I got out of my truck my eye was caught by a pair of huge conga drums, about 3 feet wide and almost as tall as me. I grabbed a mallet from atop one of them and gave it a test strike. Then I noticed the sign on the other drum that said "please don't play the drums."
I walked into the living room, which was furnished with lots of dark wood and what looked like once-beautiful furniture, and noticed a pile of instruments in the corner. I presumed they were for sale. I noticed a violin case, a guitar case, and what I hoped was a banjo case. But I opened up a mandolin case and took out a very old mandolin. A middle-aged woman came over to me as I was looking at the violin and said "Oh, my husband has wanted to replace a string or something like that , but he's afraid of damaging something, I forget exactly what." The neck was bent but it sounded brilliant. I could see why he was worried about breaking something. I played a little half-ditty and the woman said "would you like a tour of the house?" It sounded like an odd idea, but I decided to be polite and say yes.
As we went up the stairs I saw two men doing some sort of small renovation project. One was on a ladder with a drill, covered with bits of sawdust and wearing a dust mask. I figured he was the man of the house. We arrived on the second floor and I was first shown into the bathroom. It was shaped like a spiral squashed into an obtuse L, with a short wall in the middle. You could walk down to one end of the room, round the corner and head into the shower. I didn't see a showerhead but there was a drain in the floor and rubber matting made of lots of pieces locked together like a half-solved puzzle. My guide explained "that's the shower mat, so you don't slip!" I said "oddly enough, someone I know who looks just like you has a bathroom just like this!" but she didn't seem to care. On the short wall were placed various bathroom accessories like bottles of shampoo or scrubbies etc. On the way out was the traditional bathroom sink set into a wooden counter with a vanity mirror mounted behind it.
Next we went into the kitchen in which two teenage girls were in various stages of sunday morning things. One with long curly dark hair was cutting a fat summer squash, presumably to put in the big pan of sauteeing vegetables which were to fill a mounstrous omelet. The tour guide, now obviously their mother, was sidetracked talking to the other daughter about something. I looked around the kitchen, which had sheetrocked ceilings and a few walls but wooden floors and wooden framing. There were a few large windows above the sink, and lots of little ones here and there, letting in light all over the place. Planters with plants hung from the ceiling and crossbeams, and pots stood in almost every possible spot that wasn't in the way. The phone rang and the cooking girl asked me to hold a big ladleful of chopped vegetables while she talked on the phone. The mother finally noticed this as the phone conversation ended, and mildly scolded her daughter for making such an imposition on a guest. The daughter shrugged it off and went back to stirring, but one could tell the mother wasn't that angry.
Off on the side of the kitchen on a tiled and raised area sat the dinner table, also surrounded by plants. Next to the table was a sliding door that opened out onto a deck also oozing with houseplants. I wondered why they were selling the drums, and thought "T would LOVE having a place like this!"