Although he prefers going off on adventures, Finn McSpool was forced to spend yet another weekend loitering in the driveway. Luckily, this time no demons ate the sun causing Finn to run away in fear of the impending apocalypse. However, there was a little meltdown to get through and a Beastie version of a horror show, but in the end he did find a bed of green happiness. Who knew garage sales could stir up so many monstrous emotions!?
Prepping for the Sale
Normally Mr. Husband and I simply donate the stuff we no longer need, but with my pile of To-Sell-on-eBay items and the stash we’d amassed from a recent cleaning frenzy, I finally caved into Mr. Husband’s frequent comments that we should have a garage sale. So, bit by bit we piled up our treasures and started putting price stickers on them.
As usual, things were going pretty smoothly until Finn showed up.
-A beer puzzle!? We can’t get rid of that!!
-Finn, you don’t even have fingers to manipulate the puzzle pieces. It’s going in the sale.
Cue Monster Drama On 3, 2…..
Finn’s incredulity over the puzzle was nothing compared to the meltdown when he saw the mound of books we were getting rid of.
-Finn, don’t cry.
-But the books! I love books. They can’t go!!
-Finn, remember the thirty pounds of books you got last year at the library book sale? I think we have enough books to satisfy even your reading addiction.
-Okay, but you owe me a trip to the library for enduring this.
Just when the book fiasco was settled and I was back to pricing all our junk, I heard a Beastie-sized scream.
-MOM!!! What have they done to you!!
-No Finn, that’s not your mom. You come from far better stock than that. You’re Irish Wool, not American Acrylic, remember?
You’ve Got to be Kidding
After seeing the horror of what he thought were his unravelled American cousins, I sent Finn off to do whatever it is he does all day so I could get some organizing and pricing done. Unfortunately, I think Finn used some of that time to set a curse on me because after months of not having a drop of rain, the very day we’d plan to have the sale, it rained in the early hours of morning.
Not, of course, enough rain to actually soak the flower beds or fill the rain barrels, but enough to make the driveway too wet to lay items out on the ground without ruining them. So much for plans.
The next weekend, I was determined to set up shop. This was the weekend of the eclipse and I had hoped that the dire apocalyptic warnings from the media might keep people in town and that those people might want to hit a garage sale or two. Um, wrong. Apparently people were too busy preparing for the end of the world to spend money in my driveway. The first day only two people showed up. However, they did both buy something so I had 100% of my customers making purchases! The second day was slightly better, but not much.
One More Try
Since everything was all set up, I figured I’d give the garage sale one final try last Saturday. Clearly, people had emerged from their fall-out shelters because they were stopping by on a regular basis and I even sold a few copies of my own books (yay!) and a neighbor bought my dragonfly drawing. All in all, Mr. Husband and I did end up making a fair chunk of change (mostly from that same neighbor!).
Finn, even though he didn’t do much to help set up, greet customers, or clean up, did enjoy the fruits of my labor by flopping into “his” bed of money.
-What are we gong to do with it all? Buy books?!!
-Nope, we’re heading to IKEA.
-For a bookshelf to put books on??!!
-(sigh). No, my caffeine addiction has killed yet another electric kettle, so I’m in the market for a plain old stovetop kettle and IKEA has a stainless steel one for a good price.
-So we can have a cup of tea while we read?
-Sounds like a good plan, Finn.
What have you been doing for fun and profit this past week? Finn will be back next week with a water-filled outdoor adventure (not in the new kettle), and I’ll be back next Wednesday with a little book-related news! Thanks for stopping by.