We sold a ton of stuff, and could not have done it without the help of my family. Whenever help is needed they jump right in. The best part is, my family can turn just about anything into a good time, and there really is nothing quite like people watching at a yard sale. Even better is when you realize that the people you love watching the most are your family. We laughed and laughed.
Our inventory was a collection of things from several different sources, some of it had belonged to my father-in-law, John. He passed away last summer. It was great to see his things go to those who needed them most, and for such great low prices!
I was shocked and a little frightened when I realized one of John's items was a nasty joke book. It had sat out in the open for two full days and the first hour of the last as though we wanted it to be there! I wondered what it was that so many people were reading for so long in the book section. Such filth! Most of it didn't even make any sense. I remember toward the end of John's death he would tell me jokes. I thought he was confused, forgetting punch lines, and unable to control his "appropriateness filters." Now I know that was not the case. Just about every joke John told in those final days came straight from that book! I'm sure he must have been laughing in heaven knowing that we got to hear them again.
I know we can't take our stuff with us when we die, but I think John should have been required to take that book. Come to think of it... where is the author? He's the one who should have to take every single copy as a punishment of sorts.
Our yard sale was an opportunity to learn something about ourselves and our family. We saw our stuff laid out before us, and reminisced about when and why it was purchased. In the end we took back what we couldn't part with after all, and donated the rest. It was a wonderful way to spend the weekend.