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The miracle, day two.

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Our Friday yard sale was cut short by the threat of an afternoon thunderstorm. The sky got dark and the wind started whipping so we raced around packing everything back up, throwing it in the garage and breaking down all the plywood tables. It was 96 degrees, humid as Hell and I suddenly remembered why I hated doing summer yard sales.

So much work!

Naturally by the time we had everything tucked away and secured the storm rumbled by and we didn’t get a drop of rain.

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But on Saturday morning?

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We set it all up again.

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I’d sold a good bit the day before and the husband had so much fun chatting with customers he brought more things up from his cluttered basement of doom.

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Okay, some of them were mine…

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But he put out his two old school desks…

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And quite a few of his treasures.

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Yes, they were overpriced as far as yard sale bargains go, but he happily haggled and came down if people bought multiple things.

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He had so much fun, by the end of the day he was exhausted, hot, hoarse from non stop talking …

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And busy looking up values on things he wanted to put out the next day.

To be continued…

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