Every year the itty-bitty town we live near throws a HUGE festival and every homeowner for miles around has a yard sale. I've decided to put myself on a every-other-year schedule for the sales. One year I go to them and one year I have my own. This was the year for me to have one. So all last week I peered into the nooks and crannies of our humble abode and drug out all sorts of things that hadn't seen the light of day in many moons.
We moved into this house three years ago. I decided anything that hadn't been put to good use in those three years was gonzo. I really didn't think there would be all that much. It never seems like all that much...until you start to put it in a pile. Then the pile just continues to grow and grow and you're amazed at how much "stuff" you could easily live without. I'm embarrased to admit I completely filled my dining room. Yes, an entire room folks.
So we drug all of it out on the lawn early Saturday morning and spent the rest of the weekend studying human behavior. Because if there were ever a time to enjoy people watching it would be at a garage sale. Living proof that it takes all kinds to keep this planet spinning. Have you ever noticed that the one thing you considered just tossing in the trash is always the first thing that sells? Why do you suppose that is?
All in all I'd say it was a successful event. I was able to enjoy visiting with the neighbors and made a few bucks in the process. The best part though was getting rid of all those material things we don't really need and putting them into the hands of someone who does.