See, about two years ago, my grandparents downsized from a big sprawling house with stairs into a much smaller, non-stair house in order to be easier on their little old-people joints. And that was very good, except that the laws of physics and good decorating clearly state that what fills up a big sprawling house will never fit into a smaller, non-sprawling house. And so there was a lot of good stuff left over, and somebody said, "You know what we need to have? A garage sale".
And we all foolishly thought that was a good idea.
And since we were going to have a garage sale for my grandparents, the rest of us in the family all naturally started eyeballing our own
And it was all well and good. I found purging for the garage sale to be an energizing and uplifting experience. (Which just goes to show you that I live with waaaay too much
While it seemed that we had mastered the gathering stage, we tended to fizzle when it came to the actual planning of the garage sale. Oh we tried several times. We'd sit down and try to pick a date to have the blasted thing, but schedules would never line up, or the weather would turn bad, or someone would get sick...you know how it goes. So in the mean time, we continued to gather...and gather...and gather.
For two years.
We probably would have just gone on like this forever, faithfully gathering, before eventually returning to the dust of the earth and leaving future archaeologists to discover our bizarre piles of random crock pots and queen-sized comforter sets and wonder just what kind of complicated religious ritual we were up to were it not for one thing:
The neighborhood sent out flyers announcing that it was planning a giant, subdivision-wide sale.
And everyone knows that the only thing that trumps a multi-family sale is a neighborhood sale. There was no way we could miss out on that.
So suddenly, with the glance of a single flyer, we were catapulted out of the gathering stage and into the next: organizing and pricing. And oh my goodness, I though this was going to be the part that killed us. Organizing and pricing probably isn't all that bad at your average garage sale. Sure, it's a pain in the rear, but you get it done eventually.
Unless of course, you have gathered
We had stuff piled four feet deep in some areas. Tables were groaning under the load of our
But amazingly, people came. And in 25 and 50 cent increments, the
And I suppose, all in all, it was a pretty successful sale. I was impressed with the amount of money that people traded for my stuff, right up until I figured out the amount of prep time up front meant that I worked for approximately $1.87 an hour for two weeks.
I figure I'll use my hard-earned riches to run out and buy more priceless heirlooms.