My Funny DH

Thinking about yard sales (we had one a week ago and Overshop and others had theirs this weekend) reminded me of something we were trying to get rid of at our sale:

When we moved onto this street in 1986, most of the other houses were occupied by elderly/retired folks. They were, for the most part, great neighbors. Unfortunately, that has meant that we've been losing neighbors lately. And that has meant a couple of estate/auction sales, next door and across the street & down a few doors.

Helen T, the one down a bit, wasn't someone that we knew all that well - she had tended to stay indoors alot, and then was in the hospital or rehab a good bit lately. She passed away last April. But she had alot of stuff that her family was eager to get rid of - old board games, railroad and circus stuff. DH kept coming back to the house with this or that little thing. (NOTE: it's dangerous to be too close to an auction - you can too easily bring things home.)

Then he came home and said, "Don't be mad at me."

"Mad about what? What did you buy?"

"An organ."

"WHAT?"

"An organ. It was only $5. Can you come and help me get it home?"

The darn thing was quite heavy. Luckily Helen's sons helped us get it on our hand-truck. Then it went into the garage. DH thought we could either sell it or find a home for it (no one else wanted it, and it would have sat on the curb for the garbage truck).

But, as it turns out, we couldn't find a home for it anyway. Churches didn't want it. At the yard sale everyone looked and commented on it, but no one took it - and we had marked it as FREE. We called a couple of charities - Salvation Army and Volunteers of America, but they didn't want it.

Finally, we wheeled it out to the curb, along with an old couch that didn't sell, either. Packed up what was left from the Sale, collected the yard sale signs, and took my MIL out to lunch.

When we came home, both organ and couch were gone!

YIPPEE - the organ has a home, is out of our tiny garage!

A final note about Helen. She was a retired CPA. Helen had told her daughter a few days before her death that it would be funny if she died on Tax Day. And indeed, she did die on April 15. A woman with a sense of humor, right to the end.