We had some things we wanted to get rid of, so it seemed like a good idea at the time. What a lot of work. We knew that, but it slipped our minds.
Sharon and Charlie brought some things to sell too. What a busy person Sharon is! She was here part of the time because she had a big party planned for Saturday night and Sunday morning they were leaving to go camping.
Friday, the weather couldn't have been better. Sunny skies, low humidity, good temperature. As I said, it couldn't have been better.
Our neighborhood is kind of off the beaten track. So, even though we advertised in the local paper, we didn't have much of a crowd. But it was steady. We opened Friday and Saturday. (Advertised - Fri. - Sun. 8-1:00) It was nice to be done by early afternoon.
Paul had built a "puppy pen" for Gracie to use when she was really young, and we used it for her on Friday to keep her safe. There were people, and cars coming and going. Since Gracie was used to being with us. . . it was safer for her to be in there. She didn't particularly like being in there and jumped out twice. But - It didn't take long for her to understand we didn't like that.
Actually, she wasn't in there all the time: Without us knowing it, once when she was out on her own, Gracie wandered across the grass to visit Chloey, the large (20 lb.) part- Jack Russell Terrior next door, who was on a long rope. Ann brought Gracie back. Gracie is the smallest dog in the neighborhood. Chloey is next. They're both young and exhuberant.
For a long time, Ann had been worried that Chloey would pounce on her and "break her bones." They were always kept at leash-length when they "met up." Well - Gracie was over there licking Chloey's face, and vice-versa, not pouncing or anything, and they were just so happy to see each other. So I guess they've matured enough for us not to be nervous about Gracie being injured.
Anyway - Gracie was certainly a crowd pleaser. Lots of people think of her as a long-haired Chihuahua. You don't see the Papillon breed (butterfly ears) up here where we live very often.
After the end of Friday's sale, we were inside the house, but we hadn't had time to actually closed up shop, a woman came by, knocked on the door, and asked if we were selling the pen. The lady said her dog was expecting puppies, and she could really really use it. After some thought, Paul and I agreed to sell it to her. (Unbeknownst to me, Paul had decided to sell it, instead of storing it back in the garage. This was fine with me.) Although I didn't know what we were going to do with Gracie on Saturday during the sale. Put her on her long rope? Well, that's what we did.
As good as Friday's weather was, Saturday's was as bad. It started out cloudy and gloomy. Then the rain came down. Sharon had a lot of furniture for sale, which we had placed outside - including a dining room table, chairs, aquarium, other things. We quickly covered the table, aquarium, with a tarp, and brought the chairs and the other large items in under the canopy. We moved our "register table" into the garage. Was it worth it? From 8-1:00 on Saturday, we made $6.00. Sharon and Charlie did much better on Saturday than Friday, and we did better on Friday. (Thank goodness!)
We don't think garage sales are in our future. Too much work and not enough profit.
Paul's taking piles of stuff down to the Salvation Army today.
Thought you'd like to see the Kids' Kamp. We now have four beds set up there. We need one more mattress.
Guess who's zooming. . .
So how're things goin' in your neck o' the woods?
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