Oh my GOD! Selling worthless junk can be just SO exhausting. I am done in. My back is killing me, I’m sleepy, and starving.
The day started off alright. I couldn’t sleep for fear that someone would come knocking on my door at 5:00 am wanting to buy something, even though the ad and the sign on the gate said the sale started at 8:00 am. So I got up at 4:45 am and started driving around the neighbourhood putting up signs directing people to my house. This turned out to be possibly the most valuable thing I could have done all day, as the roadworks screwed with everyone’s sense of direction, and many people said, “thank God you put up the signs – they were perfect – and very necessary.”
When I got back home, the sun had come up, though the fog hadn’t entirely lifted from the hill behind my house. I think very first thing in the morning is my favourite time of day (probably more so because I’m rarely awake to see it).
I put up this sign to make sure I wasn’t disturbed early. Even so, the first people to visit arrived at 7:00 am. And they wanted toy cars! They left disappointed. Serves them right for not obeying my elegant sign!!
The carport quickly became overrun with crap for sale. This isn’t even half of it. But more than half of what is in this picture is gone. Woohoo (that’s less I have to take to The Salvos or LifeLine).
A valuable tip was received from the smelly guy who bought my old TV – he identified a weed that was growing in my driveway. This weed has a very pretty flower…
…but it has the burr from hell. Look at the size of that puppy!! They can flatten bike tyres (at first the guy said they could flatten car tyres, but changed his story when I didn’t believe him) and hurt like a bastard when you step on one without shoes on. And I am always without shoes. These prickle things are everywhere. Each time I went outside I’d see more and more. I reckon I’ve done a year’s quota of weeding today.
Tomorrow I start again. This time I have the advantage of no road works. But the disadvantage of no road workers (they bought a lot of stuff).
I have new empathy for people who run garage sales. Every cent they make is well earned!
Edited to add: Remember the possessed toy? Someone paid $1 for it and walked away very happily. Little do they know…….