GaYaPo Sale

It's that time of year again. The time when the imaginations of youth call them from the other side of school windows, the imaginations of teens call them into the gutter, and the imaginations of deluded clutterers call them from the garages, yards, and porches of strangers. Yes, that glorious time when I once again set my worldly possessions out to be pawed and fondled by all manner of people. When my concept of value is challenged by those who offer give half of whatever price is on the tag, or less. When my ownership nerves are frazzled by watching my "favorite" item get loaded into the car of someone who can't ever love it as much as I did. This time, this particular sale, the first of this season, was a bit different in that I was more willing to sell things. Even the eldest daughter made some spending money selling off things to which she and her hubbie no longer felt attached.

And since I am tired from all the effort, I will end this now, perhaps to revisit the topic in the near future.