Missed you all. Sorry about that, but thanks Susan, for checking me! I had to go over to my mom's house and rifle through collect things for my yard sale. That's right - a YARD SALE. WHAT WAS I THINKING??? I was all into making it a pretty event with fresh flowers and produce and quilts and yarn, etc. And things were going well. It wasn't that I forgot about you all, it was more like there weren't enough hours in the day! My son came over and hung out with me and that was special. He'd just come off night shift and was wound, so he talked to my 'customers' and played with Harley and just entertained the hell out of his grateful mother. ANY time that I get with him is precious. And rare.
I'm warning you ahead of time - THIS will be one of those 2-kleenex posts. It takes an enormous amount of effort to put together a yard sale. I had NO idea. (WHAT WAS I THINKING?)
Scott helped me put the tent up and bring out some tables before dashing off to meet his T time. He even rolled a small refrigerator out to the tent and stocked it with water - just in case I got thirsty! (right hand corner) A good man - lest I forget to mention it!)
Do you see that snowblower? FIRST item to go! Andrew pulled out our ramps and loaded it into the customer's van, and everyone was happy, happy.
Can you see the glass horses? I grew up seeing this pair on the mantle - they were always just THERE. They aren't valuable, or at least I don't think in any significant way. But people were pawing them and going nuts! They were a wedding gift to my folks in 1947, and I just assumed that they were pressed glass, nothing more. Anyway, as they left with their happy new owners, I felt a pang of SOMETHING. I can't tell you what it was. This feeling continued and intensified.
My dad's waders and a few of the many fly and regular poles. People - HOTCAKES. They literally FLEW out of the tent. The lures - OMG. And the reels? Who knew? The dreadful sensation in my stomach grew as his 'stuff' left in droves. (nobody was interested in my dried home-grown gourds!) I felt like a traitor - like a bad daughter. How could I allow my father's precious fishing gear to go to absolute paying strangers?
The ice-fishing gear was no exception. I thought that there might be a fist-fight for ownership. I started thinking about my poor old dad - lying up there in that nursing home - so far away from his beloved streams and lakes. I was beginning to fall apart.
I started leafing through some books. I had not sold a single book - hard or paperback. This amazed me, being the lover of books that I am. (What the hell? Don't my neighbors READ!) Anyway, a small card dropped out from between the pages of an old volume. And suddenly, all of the angst and sadness and confusion that I'd been experiencing slipped away. I remembered a lesson learned and forgotten - a long, long time ago ... "There are no coincidences". Here is the reason that I held a yard sale - known before I knew -
You were 7 years old when you wrote this to me. I'd stuck it between the pages of a valued gardening book. I love you too, more than you will ever know. You are my heart.