The title for my post actually sums up what’s been going on this past week along with months of planning and digging and pricing things that to us were treasures. To most it might just be a reminder to clean out their own trash. Having a sale of this magnitude is an adventure in itself. From sorting through a storage locker to sifting through years and years of possessions that you’ve hung onto for decades. That, along with admitting you don’t need any of this stuff sounds like an intervention.

Sitting at a garage sale, watching people is quite interesting though. You have the eager young couple looking for baby clothes and items to fill their nursery. There’s the book lover that walks away with a dozen books you should’ve donate them to the +church. Then there’s the guy who must frequent every garage in town. To him (apparently retired) this is how he passes the time of day. He has a million stories to tell and has a captive audience. Someone spots the entire bin of hunting clothes and scoops them up at a real bargain. Another has a story about how he will have to spend a fortune shipping all these items back to his family in another country, as his reason for not being able to spend so much on an item. After about an hour of this conversation, he walks out with most of the free items and returns the next day for more.

We’ve gotten rid of a small portion of the goods; however, each day has also brought its share of rain showers. Yesterday a canopy was set up to protect things outside, but the wind swept it up and onto the roof of the garage. It was a remarkable sight – like a hot air balloon lifting off for its maiden flight.

To top everything off, today is Friday the 13th. I am not superstitious, but things have not been looking good so far. I have not contributed much as far as being a helper at this event. I have a lot of items in it, but I’m limited because – let’s face it – I’m going to be 83 next week. I have been able to look after my great grandbaby a little, but as far as being involved, I just ain’t got the get up and go I once possessed. Besides all this, we’re contending with unfit air for old folks and babies. It’s raining again today and is expected to continue through the next few days. I guess all we can do is sing in it.

As with most of my posts, I like to conclude with some inspiration. All I can think of when it comes to this is a Bible passage that speaks about hanging onto things.

“Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal, but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” Matthew 6:19-21