Yard merchantizering is hard, especially on the feet. As expected, the first shopper was standing in my driveway at 7:38 am for an advertised 9 am start. Of course this isn’t Macy’s – the buyer knows I just want to get this shit out of the house and the buyer is correct. At 7:45 am I was taking his money. And it didn’t slow down till around 11 am. Then fits and starts until 3 pm when I started breaking down from today’s activity, getting everything back into the carport behind the gates.
For almost all of those hours, stalwart friend Elaine stood by saving me from myself and reminding me that the point is to sell this stuff, not to convince that nice lady she should look into joining a seniors entertainment troupe I’m familiar with (I saw her potential right way, after we sang a few songs!).
I then fed myself, showered myself, rested myself and began reorganizing the remnants so I can go from zero to sixty at whatever ungodly hour my public calls tomorrow morning. And I need another shower.
Just poppped in to say hi. Play nice.