Don't Look At Me Like That

Oh, the humanity!

I'm glad to report that the suck-fest that was our garage sale is done and over with. Not only did the village completely neglect to advertise this thing to the public...it seems they didn't inform the village residents either. There was only one other sale I knew of, a couple of blocks away from us.

That's what we get, I suppose, for assuming the Tucky would do anything remotely resembling productivity. Well, we won't be making that mistake again. **shaking fist rebelliously**

All in all, it wasn't as bad as it could have been. At least we didn't lose money, and we got rid of a couple of items that took up a bit of space. The Hubbs' old PA speakers from his band days went to (the parents of) an up-and-coming local band. His old Schwinn 10-speed has gone on to a new home with a chubby kid who will hopefully put it to good use. Other than that, everything that left was small. But at least it left.

The rain. Can we just talk about that for a minute? Is this not August - the hottest, dryest summer month? What kind of cruel joke *was* that, anyway?

Friday was a wash...by the time anyone could really stop by in the afternoon, no one wanted to because of the torrential downpour. The rain started at about 11 AM, and I stopped paying attention by about 6. For all I know, it could have rained all night.

I woke up Saturday morning excited for a new day, thinking it had to have cleared up. Yeah, not so much. The morning was painful with the rain, lack of customers, angry bulldogs (they couldn't go out because of the rain/mud, so they were especially cranky about not being allowed to greet all of the strangers walking up to our garage), and the restless toddler. We decided to put up a baby gate across the opening in the garage door for a while so The Princess could run around inside and The Girls could join us for a while. It's not like anyone was coming in anyway.

Around noon on Saturday it finally cleared up and - drumroll, please - the *sun* came out. We filled the kiddie pool in the driveway, and The Princess hopped right in. How, I'll never know...may as well have been ice water as far as I was concerned, but she seemed happy. I took the time to move some stuff out into the driveway and we settled in for the afternoon. Many more people stopped by in the nice weather, but "many more" is a relative thing. Can you slap a numerical value on "many more" than zero? Especially when one of them is a Jehovah's Witness who can't take a hint...subtle or blunt? That particular visit seemed to last somewhere in the vicinity of 9 years. Why, oh why, did no one else walk up while she was babbling? That's right...because it was raining again. She had us cornered and she knew it.

The highlight of our day on Saturday was when we got to lock up, go inside and veg out in front of the TV. We'd gotten "Coraline" from Netflix on Friday and were both dying to see it. We're both big Gaiman fans and the movie was excellent. My favorite moment, I think, was when I realized that the voice of the cat was the same guy who narrated my favorite documentary, "Ken Burns' Jazz". This entertained me to no end. It's the small things, I guess.

Yesterday the sun was out when I woke up - I could hardly believe it. We trekked outside and opened up. Nothing doin'. Went inside to check on The Princess - sleepin' like a log. Sat there for almost two hours, checking on KiddoHead every so often, and she finally woke up. She came outside and had breakfast, did some coloring, and got back in the pool.

By noon we had had all we could takes and we couldn't takes no more. Packed it up and went inside to veg, and realized we were hungry enough to start gnawing on anything that couldn't get away fast enough.

So, like any responsible adults would do, we raided the cash box and went out for pizza and beer. Don't look at me like that...we earned it.