The dreaded garage sale is over and I am almost recovered.
It was chilly yesterday morning and I was putting out
items and setting up at 7 a.m. for the eight a.m. opening.
I will never, ever, to the longest day I live have another
one.

It was very cold and damp and all told we made about one
hundred and twenty one dollars. We got rid of some bulky
items and what we didn't sell will be donated on Wednesday.

All of our customers wanted to visit. People must be lonley
indeed. Some were interesting and two stood out. One was
a very handsome, still dashing, retired Col. who was a
fighter pilot in WWII, Nam and Korea. He came twice and
brought pictures of his glory days. He was 87 and looked
twenty years younger. He brought pictures of his younger
self. The other man was absolutely bonkers. Some women
brought him and dumped him off. Like most nuts he was hung
up on religion and wanted to insist that Adam and Eve were
devourers of human flesh. He also cried a lot but mercifully that woman can and got him before we had to
send him away.

As soon as it was over, we high tailed it to a local pub
and had drinks and snacks. My grandaughters came and helped for a while and some of the neighbors were very
helpful.

I have everything rounded up to donate and I guess it
was worth the discomfort. I am not cut out for sales.
I do not have the ability to visualize what other people
find valuable. Some lucky person will fall heir to 21
pairs of men's jeans that I was sure would sell since they
were in good condition. I only got rid of 2 pairs.