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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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Yes, I did it.

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I talked my husband into having a yard sale. It was a month long effort of collecting, pricing, boxing, making signs, posting signs, borrowing saw horses, dragging plywood out of the cellar and setting up.

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Granted, the majority of things for sale were mine.

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But as Friday morning wore on…

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And my spouse saw people buying lots of things they didn’t need..

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He thought maybe…

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Just maybe…

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He would put out a few of his things.

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He started small.

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And technically the heater (and whatever that old tool is) originally belonged a friend who left town and dumped it on us …

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But they went out on the front lawn.

And when people stopped to talk to him about it?

He was hooked…. and brought a few boxes of stuff up from the basement.

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And then, by the time afternoon rolled around?

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He was in his element.

He stood outside and talked to so many people in the 95+ degree heat it required a change of clothing.

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He talked to everyone who looked at his things and gave them the full history of each piece.

Whether they wanted to hear it or not.

He was a seriously happy camper.

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To be continued…