Garage Sale

The garage sale was a huge success, even with the initial crappy weather. To accommodate, we had to open the first floor of the house to let people come through and look at stuff. As a result, we got a lot of people commenting on how nice the house is and what a great artist my mother is, etc. I didn't really get too sad when that happened, though, which makes me feel like I'm getting over the whole moving thing finally. I'm actually sort of looking forward to the change in a way. We found a place to live in the interim in the dunes section of Lido Beach, so that's a huge weight off right there. It will be sort of cool to live in the house I lived in as a baby, even though I don't remember a damn thing about it. It was weird, but my dad took me through the house recently and nothing jogged my memory at all. It will be like a whole new house anyway since we are getting it remodeled.

I would like to remark on a subject I like to call "Garage Sale People." These people go around to garage sales every weekend, meet the same people so they're all friends in a demented sort of way, and try to bargain the shirt off your back. I can't really say I dislike these people but they are certainly an interesting breed. One woman came with her measuring tape to take measurements of the clothes we had on sale. Another woman was chatting my mother's ear off, distracting her from the other customers so she couldn't see what was going on. That's not to mention the people who saw the ads and came a day, two days, THREE days early to try and get a head start on the merchandise. I'm sorry, but this is not normal people. Anyway, the sale was sort of fun and became a neighborhood bonding event. We had some neighbors come and help us keep an eye on people while they were in the house and help control the flow. It was nice.