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misterxMel has been down there with Lorelei selling soap since about 7am. The community-wide garage sale officially runs from 8am-3pm. I'll let her tell you how that went.
I went down there at 9am with Storm, and stayed until just a little while ago. I was keeping myself at Mel's disposal, in case I was needed. I only ended up doing two tasks though... running for change once, and bringing lunch. I kept offering to take the girls walking with me, or to take them home, but they never wanted to go. Lorelei had her fold-out sleepover bed set up under the table, and some pastel chalks to draw with. Storm found a little girl next door to play with (the soap tent is in someone else's front yard on the other side of town, not ours), and got a bunch of mini barbie dolls. I'm not very good at sitting still, so this left me a lot of time to walk around.
I walked almost every street in the area, looking, but I hardly bought anything. A natural consequence of having hardly any money I suppose. I bought a larger water bottle for hiking (has more capacity, and a wider, better shoulder strap than the one I'm using) for a buck. A pretty useful thing, and a good price. The purchase was no doubt influenced by temperatures in the upper eighties and an unrelenting sun. So what do I buy next? A cup of hot coffee. The feminist empowerment society was selling cups of Ethiopian Yirgacheffe for a buck, and the wonderous smell of it overwhelmed my already tenuous judgement. They seemed very suprised I bought some though, so at least I brightened someone's day. Now I'm wandering around in the blazing sun, sipping hot coffee. The brain bakes further.
But the real prize... the REAL prize... was a STRAIGHT JACKET for only five bucks. I passed it up the first time, but then got to thinking... you don't need one often, but when you do need one, you probably need it really bad. How often do I get a chance to buy a straight jacket? So, ever prudent, I went back, my five bucks in hand. Now it's mine. I don't think it's genuine, the materials are too lightweight, but it looks quite proper and was obviously made with care. Any madman would be proud to wear it. And the guys who sold it to me had good fun pointing out to everyone "Hey, he's the guy who bought our straight jacket!" every time I walked by. I practiced looking crazy.
Naturally, pictures are to follow. As soon as I can get some help with the picture taking. Kinda hard to work a camera with your arms strapped to your sides. :)
I went down there at 9am with Storm, and stayed until just a little while ago. I was keeping myself at Mel's disposal, in case I was needed. I only ended up doing two tasks though... running for change once, and bringing lunch. I kept offering to take the girls walking with me, or to take them home, but they never wanted to go. Lorelei had her fold-out sleepover bed set up under the table, and some pastel chalks to draw with. Storm found a little girl next door to play with (the soap tent is in someone else's front yard on the other side of town, not ours), and got a bunch of mini barbie dolls. I'm not very good at sitting still, so this left me a lot of time to walk around.
I walked almost every street in the area, looking, but I hardly bought anything. A natural consequence of having hardly any money I suppose. I bought a larger water bottle for hiking (has more capacity, and a wider, better shoulder strap than the one I'm using) for a buck. A pretty useful thing, and a good price. The purchase was no doubt influenced by temperatures in the upper eighties and an unrelenting sun. So what do I buy next? A cup of hot coffee. The feminist empowerment society was selling cups of Ethiopian Yirgacheffe for a buck, and the wonderous smell of it overwhelmed my already tenuous judgement. They seemed very suprised I bought some though, so at least I brightened someone's day. Now I'm wandering around in the blazing sun, sipping hot coffee. The brain bakes further.
But the real prize... the REAL prize... was a STRAIGHT JACKET for only five bucks. I passed it up the first time, but then got to thinking... you don't need one often, but when you do need one, you probably need it really bad. How often do I get a chance to buy a straight jacket? So, ever prudent, I went back, my five bucks in hand. Now it's mine. I don't think it's genuine, the materials are too lightweight, but it looks quite proper and was obviously made with care. Any madman would be proud to wear it. And the guys who sold it to me had good fun pointing out to everyone "Hey, he's the guy who bought our straight jacket!" every time I walked by. I practiced looking crazy.
Naturally, pictures are to follow. As soon as I can get some help with the picture taking. Kinda hard to work a camera with your arms strapped to your sides. :)