It’s over. Whew.

Mamacita says:  I had a yard sale today, and I have come to the following conclusions:

1.  People who bring $20 bills to yard sales are jerks.

2.  Many things I considered valuable mean nothing to other people.

3.  Many things I considered valueless mean a lot to other people.

4.  One person’s junk really is another person’s treasure.

5.  I need to rephrase #4.

6.  It was actually kind of hard to watch a stranger walk away with a toy my children had loved.

7.  People need to teach their children how to behave at a yard sale, which is, of course, how to behave at someone else’s home.  Then again, I have witnessed small children behaving just like this in stores, eg, running wild and considering unpaid-for items to be their own.  Bad parenting.

8.  Yard sales are more work than they’re worth, although I know some people’s trash actually IS treasure which is certainly more than could be said for most of mine.

9.  I will always be shocked at the number of people who do not read for fun.  It’s incomprehensible to me.  “You shore do got a lot o’books thar. Got inny flickers?”  To which I replied, “A few.”  To which she replied, “I ain’t never HEARD of inny o’them thar flickers!”  To which I thought to myself, “I dare say.”  Sorry.  No Honey Boo Boo or Big Momma’s House here.

10.  Having a yard sale was fun, now that it’s over.  It was hard work but I’m glad to get rid of all that stuff.  I’m glad other people who needed what I no longer needed were able to buy it for a quarter.

Having a yard sale confirmed my belief that most people are good, courteous, and intelligent.  I wish the universe had more time to give to them instead of having to give so much time to people who are not.

A quarter is a good price for something good and usable that one person no longer needs but which another person sorely needs.  Or wants.  My best wishes and good memories go with what you took from my home, dear people.

Except for you three who brought $20 bills to a yard sale and spent fifty cents.  I hope the bird of paradise flies up all three of your noses.