Doppler, who spent the day being praised and petted by strangers, is bushed too. She is currently in a state of suspended animation on the sofa to my right.
Tag sale day. Yikes!
Luckily, few things were hit or hurt. Still, who expects to be awakened for that? I went back to bed after assessing the situation with Helaine, but that kind of sleep is not the same.
Helaine, joined by next door neighbor Margie and friend (and Bentley’s mommy) Cheryl, were out before the official start time. The early bird predictions many of you made were for naught. There were a few before 9:00 AM, but no onslaught.
I ambled out a few minutes after nine, cup of coffee in hand, as if I was an observer. That attitude quickly faded. From then until well after noon there was a steady rush of pickers.
Helaine and I found that part therapeutic. It’s part of letting go. Twenty three years in this house. We have to let go!
Helaine rented fifteen industrial strength tables for the tag sale items. She’s very smart. Of course, it also meant 15 tables to knock down and carry at the end of the day.
It was great to meet those of you who came to say hello. I was touched by your kind words and how you remembered specific times I was part of your life.
People came with dogs. We love dogs. A majority of the dogs were small. Many resembled Doppler!
Every tag sale is different. This one was to save things we like, but can no longer use, and find them new homes. The money (as our prices reflected) was secondary.
In that regard… in all regards, the sale was a major success.
Our garage has been purged. Another step on-the-way to Tuesday’s move.
Thanks to Tom Powers for all the photos.