THAT TIME OF YEAR AGAIN

I wish I was talking about baseball. Red Sox beat the Yankees 5 to 4 yesterday. Waaahooo! But, sorry... I am not. I'll leave that to the guys who are good at telling a good sports tale. (Gotta love them.)


Every year our town has a giant town yard sale. People get into this event like you would not believe. They even make foods that you can purchase and eat while you look at their junk... er... stuff. It's such a big deal.


I like to go to yard sales sometimes. I have to have money that I feel that I can spare. I can't spend money easily. We have had some lean times and its just too hard to come by. My friend K tells me that I am being silly. That I can save money buying at yard sales. Yes, if I was going to spend money getting one of those for more money somewhere else. But not if I am grabbing up random stuff because it seems like a good deal. That's not saving... that's spending.

The entire town gets into this. You can buy an "X" on the yard sale map that they print. Signs are everywhere. Balloons too. Lots of balloons to grab our attention.

But the one thing that really drives me wild are the herds of people. They are everywhere and they don't watch what they are doing. Car doors open suddenly as you pass. They walk out from between mini vans in front of your car. They stop in the middle of the street to look at their maps. Or crawl along trying to find an address.

This morning before I had anywhere near enough coffee to deal with idiots... I'm sitting at a stop sign behind a maroon SUV with darkened windows. I sit there and sit there and I'm still sitting there but getting mad. The clown car does not have a normal horn. This car that runs on curses and prayer only honks when it feels like it. That's usually when I have accidentally set my purse on the honk button that refuses to work for me otherwise.

So I am good and steamed at the SUV and I give a good poke at the horn button only to get silence. I roll down my window as I grab my purse and bash the steering wheel with it. The horn honks! The secret it seems is in using a purse. Right about then a woman comes hurrying from the sidewalk around the front of the SUV, she opens the door and jumps inside yelling "Sorry... I just had to stop and..."

I'm glad it only comes once a year. Next weekend is Spring Clean Up where the whole town gets rid of junk and yard debris. They put giant dumpsters out for us to use. So it's interesting to see the stuff going down the road in the back of so many trucks. Sort of a trash on parade. That one I enjoy. Plus the town looks pretty good for awhile.

Well, I hope you have a wonderful weekend and do something you enjoy doing. I did!I got to swing with the Bear, baby Mikey and Squeaky... who will never admit that he got on a swing and had so much fun to anyone who wasn't there. Ha. It was pretty funny. There were only two swings that were not baby swings, so we had to have a knock down drag out to see who got to swing first. The baby sat in his safety swing and laughed at us. Simple times can be sublime.