As last winter was finally coming to a close, I lamented through my blogposts how tired I was of rainy, gloomy days and how I was longing for the sunshine to return. Well, just as sure as my longing for the sun to return, I have lately been longing for relief from the heat. Are we ever content? But this past weekend we were blessed with a day of rain on Sunday which this area desperately needed, preceded by a day where the mercury was merciful as well and on which we had planned to indulge our latest passion -- having a garage sale. Borrowing a saying from the nineties here: "NOT!" This was our third one in recent weeks and I utterly hate having garage sales. But I find them a necessary evil sometimes in that we have to -- absolutely must -- unload some of the "stuff" we have accumulated, finding a home for this stuff with other people who beam with delight at their newfound treasures. In this case it's my mom's stuff so the purpose of this sale was bittersweet from its conception. What is the conception of a garage sale you ask? The moment when, after planning your strategy, you put it all in the driveway to bare your junk for the world to see -- or at least the neighborhood. My strategy? Sell it all...every last item!
But as much as I loathe garage sales and love an occasional rainy day, they both have their pros and cons.
The downside to garage sales? At the end of the day I am filthy dirty, grumpy, and so tired that nothing will do except for me to shower and go to bed. I am literally good for nothing. The other thing about garage sales is that I can never get what I think my precious stuff is worth. And if it's my mom's stuff, then it's even more precious. But I end up selling it anyway because I understand the thrill of the hunt for a great deal and folks who frequent garage sales are looking for a deal and, much to my dismay, love to haggle. But it always amazes me how those single dollars and even change add up to be hundreds that go to a good cause (in this case, my dad). Another good thing about a garage sale is I usually end up getting in all my steps for the day. Granted, it's from going back and forth a million times carrying and re-arranging items to sell, not from the beauty of hiking around the lake, but I get my steps in nonetheless. One last thing I am able to take away from a garage sale is the very interesting, somewhat eccentric, people you meet and the conversations that come along with them. This time it was Farmer Larry who gave me a much-needed science lesson. Now, I didn't catch his real name but since he reminded me of someone I know named Larry, Farmer Larry it is. Farmer Larry arrived in his overalls looking every bit the part and knew just a little about everything having to do with farming, hunting, and anything outdoorsy. So who better to ask about the "unfamiliar" droppings I've seen lately around the neighborhood than Farmer Larry? He knew exactly what they were. The coughed-up remains from either a hoot owl or a hawk of the rodent they previously ingested. I'm sorry I asked. But Farmer Larry was a very interesting character and talking with him made the time go a little faster. I've found that most the folks who come out for garage sales are those who live in the area or cruise by going to work or to town running errands. Kind of neat to meet your neighbors and unload some of your junk on them at the same time. Nothing brings the community together like a good garage sale!
I can't think of many things that aren't pleasant about a rainy day, unless the rainy day turns into several rainy days or a month of them like the end of last winter. Or if you've planned a picnic. Or if it is the only day you have to do yard work. Or if you don't have a good book to read. A rainy day for the most part is a day to stay in (if you're able), relax (if you'e able), and nap (if you're able) to the music of drops splatting on the ground outside the window and overflowing the gutters because you need to clean them but you can't clean them because it's raining. And it's the perfect time to do this if, in fact, you had a garage sale the day before and are as tired as the old hound dog that used to nap on granny's porch.
Post-garage-sale perfection if I say so myself.
(Editor's Note: We are officially finished with garage sales for now. Anything that didn't sell after three tries went directly to Goodwill. Mission accomplished!)
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