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The miracle ends… with a good meal and cocktails.

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Yes, we actually had a three day yard sale.

Friday was busy.

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Saturday was busy.

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And since my husband was enjoying telling people about his treasures so much?

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We sold on Sunday as well.

The sale was a resounding success with many people complimenting us on its cleanliness, its organization and the diversity of items offered.

Yay us.

It was a massive amount of work, but it paid off.

And I mean that literally.

We made $2,249 over the course of three days!!

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Yes, you read that correctly. We raked in more than twenty two hundred dollars for… nothing! No expensive electronics, no gold jewelry and the only furniture we sold was a wicker chair for $20. To say I was astounded is an understatement. I was expecting maybe $400.

If there’s anything better than people coming to your home, paying you for things you no longer want and taking them away? I don’t know what it is.

Color me pleased.

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Pockets stuffed with cash, we broke down the sale at 3:00pm. I filled the car with my unsold items that were destined for donation while the husband packed his unsold treasures in boxes and returned them to the cellar. No, he wouldn’t donate any of his things.

Miracles only go so far.

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We showered, dressed and headed to one of our favorite restaurants for a well deserved meal.

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Royal River Grille never disappoints.

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Best clam chowder around and I was so hungry I only photographed it when I was through. The husband had lobster bisque but I didn’t photograph that either.

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My cocktail was a blueberry lavender cooler – blueberry infused vodka, lavender simple syrup, lemon juice, lavender bitters and lemonade.

My dinner was a delightfully flavorful panko crusted haddock with crispy leek and charred scallion aioli on garlic Parmesan mashed red potatoes with honey truffle toum sauced green beans.

Heaven!

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The husband had a barrel cut filet mignon with the Parmesan mashed potatoes and a sinfully rich creamed spinach.

We rolled out of there stuffed and satisfied.

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Past the dead fish metal sculptures that flank the entry…

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And a weirdo Finnish half speedboat/half cabin cruiser. Top speed 48 knots. They go for about $450k if you’re interested.

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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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A yard sale extravaganza … where a miracle occurred.

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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…

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A Jaguar yard sale and the redneck country club.

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A girlfriend I hadn’t seen in a long time was having a yard sale so we decided to surprise her and drop in.

Little did I know it would turn into a dangerous visit.

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Dangerous because she was selling her convertible Jaguar.

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No, we didn’t come home with it.

Though for a while there, I thought we might.

We chatted, had a nice visit … and before we knew it the lunch hour had arrived. Not being familiar with her area, we asked for dining recommendations and were pointed to a golf course.

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Open to the public, it had a lovely mountain view…

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And the most redneck, down home clubhouse I’ve ever seen.

This sign was in the ladies room.

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See what I mean?

But yeeha ambience aside, the food was quite tasty.

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Chicken broccoli Alfredo for the hubs, ginger chicken teriyaki stir fry for moi.

Goes to show you can’t judge a kitchen by its tacky rest room decor.

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Braving the heat and the crowds for treasure.

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Husband wanted to go to the annual giant yard sale at the Cumberland Fairgrounds this past Saturday and you know only the lure of cheap treasure would make him wait on this kind of line.

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The gates opened at 9:00am. We were there at 9:01 and the line was already insane. This is just a fraction of it –

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Naturally the heat and humidity came roaring back with a vengeance that day.

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How hot was it?

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Bald men wearing trash bag hats hot.

Was the treasure worth the long line and $10 per person entrance fee?

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I didn’t think so.

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But you know the husband had to fully examine each and every table.

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We were there for nearly 4 hours. Me getting sweatier and crankier by the minute… him never failing to strike up a conversation with a fellow Marine.

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In his hands? Some kind of haying tool and an antique wallpaper ruler.

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And whatever this was.

Treasure?

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You be the judge.

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Zoolak?

This required some research. It certainly doesn’t sound tasty….

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And though there were vintage crates galore, not one was man cave appropriate… so I just came home with a few more albums.

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For Mistermuse –

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So I got excited.

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No, not that kind of excited.

Although now that I think about Chris… well, never mind.

I got excited because at 11:00am last Saturday the husband told me he was going to clean out the barn and set up a small yard sale.

My husband was going to get rid of his crap?

 

 

I was happy!

 

 

I was thrilled!

 

 

Hell, I admit it.

I was positively orgasmic.

 

 

I looked out the window and saw him sell something to a biker.

Yay!

 

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All the useless Harley knick knacks and paraphernalia…. gone!

All those extra Kawasaki parts and accessories…. gone!

And then I looked out the window again.

 

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And saw my late mother’s plant stand that I use on the porch…. gone.

My glass hummingbird feeders…. gone.

I was no longer excited.

 

 

And when I went outside to check exactly what it was he was selling?

 

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Yeah.

It was 100% mine.

Bags of clothes slated for Salvation Army donation, kitchen ware I was going to give his niece who’s moving into her first apartment, books that I trade with a friend.

He even had my hydrangea fertilizer on the table.

 

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But the worst part? The part that really had my jaw clenched….

He set this all up, and left.

Went to visit his brother and expected me to sit there and sell all the items I had no intention of selling in the first place.

 

 

The man has a death wish.

There’s really no other explanation that makes sense.