Yard Sale

This year's Yard Sale is very different from those of the past. For one thing, I actually didn't lose money on the ad in the paper. I ask everyone for a dollar or two to help pay for it and usually only a couple of peope do it, so I'm behind by $8 or more. But this year several people chipped in two or three dollars (good thing since the ads now cost $17) so I'm either even or a dollar or two ahead.

Most years the DH and I are up til midnight, sorting, pricing, organizing and going thru closets and the basement to see if there's anything more. This year we quit by 10 pm (taking generous breaks, partly to see the Muppets Wizard of Oz movie). And we only got up at 6 pm.

In the past we've had lots of stuff to put out, and Tan Lucy Pez helps by donating stuff from their house. This year we really don't have alot, and Tan didn't either. The big items were an exercise bike that Niks bought and Tan didn't like, and the electric organ that DH brought home from an neighbor's estate sale ("Don't get mad, but I brought home ...."). Both are still here, and the organ may end up in the garbage truck - the local charity thrift store places don't want it, either.

It rained most of the day yesterday, and got very cold last night, and I was nervous about the weather. But today turned out to be very blue and bright, tho' still on the chilly side. We're not gonna get the money we usually do, but more than enough to buy lots of popcorn, candy and soda when we go to see Rise of the Empire.



UPDATE: it is now a few hours later. We put "free" signs on the organ and our old sleeper sofa and put them out to the curb. DH and I went out to lunch with his mom, went to the Salvation Army to try to get some costume stuff for the Kiddies' biographical presentations coming up, and to retrieve the Yard Sale signs.

When we returned, we found both organ and sofa gone! Yippee! The Kiddies have been working hard on their schoolwork all day so far. Miracle!! I'll take these as signs that things are looking up. And now I'm going to take a nap . . . .