I slept fitfully the night before – nervous about the garage sale. Yes, nervous about a garage sale. I worried that nobody would want my stuff – cast-offs yes, but my things that I had gathered in my life. I wanted all this effort to be worth it. But I am always anxious about something I plan going well. I am not casual, nor spontaneous. I plan and worry and reconsider.
You can make bets with yourself about what will sell and what won’t – and you’re always wrong. I mean, I would have never guessed that all of my paperbacks would go, or that nobody wanted Ansel Adams prints that were mounted beautifully and in perfect condition.
Turns out about 5 other houses along the road were also having garage sales so the traffic was brisk. Some wackos, some friendlys and cheapos of course. Can you have a garage sale without someone negotiating on the 25-cent items?
And the garage door opened.
August 25th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: Stuff turning into $800.