Other people's crap

It was a garage salers dream today ... two establishments were running garage sales. One at Brinkman's, the second over at the Humane Society. McCayla is in LOVE with garage sales. We have gone out on a few, but I am very choosey in my sales. I do not like to stop by places that you can't tell are having a sale, or if that is just the accumulation of crap in their yard.

So we head over to Brinkman's for the Christian Clearinghouse sponsored sale. And I don't think it is through any misnomer that it is called Clearinghouse... there were things in there that should never have even seen the light of day, let alone had a price tag thrown on. I guess they aren't too picky on the things that go on sale there. One of those HUGE console tvs for what we thought was a measly $ 500. We aren't sure.

Then there was the Singer sewing machine/table that was already sold. I highly doubted that the sewing machine was operable, and I am sure that it would look nice as a decoration. But it truly reminded me of something that my long long sister, Kathy Bates, would have used in Misery to hobble James Caan.

Then there were the 20 dress shirts that used to be my Dad's boss'. So, if anyone knows of a larger man whose name is Paul Geyer, get them over there ... there are tons of shirts with your name in them already.

Then there was the sale at the Humane Society. This is a little more reserved, not allowing in the "high ticket" items.... so no 1970s era couches, or matching recliners that really should have been retired a few years ago. BUT this is the place where my kids touch EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING! There were stuffed animals that Patrick wouldn't let the baby touch, and would say things like "do you think those can go in the washer?" There were toys that made noise, the ones that you knew were give to a grandchild by grandparents to torture the parents on their long trip home from the grandparents house.

There were baked goods. There were clocks made with that really thick polymer stuff, with Buckeyes lovingly glued in the place of the numbers. Those same Buckeyes were also targeted by my third born ... she couldn't pry them off, though.

It is amazing to me that there is this *stuff.* Stuff people don't want anymore and stuff that should really be thrown away. But people will go out and shop it just in case there is something in there that they cannot live without.

Then there are those annoying train whistles ... you know ... the kind that you can't believe people buy for their kids. Yeah ... we have three now. I DID get some ribbon for my scrapbooking.

You know .. .someone else's trash is someone else's treasure.