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I don’t have much energy to write for the blog this weekend. As the title of this post indicates, I am currently conducting a garage sale (also known as a yard sale, a rummage sale, or surely half a dozen other variants and regionalisms) at my house. Ariele and I made signs, and I posted them in places where passing cars might see them. We put price tags on all the things we wanted to sell, got up early on Friday to set up our canopy, and waited for the people to come to us with their dollars.

So far, they’ve brought us twenty of them (dollars, that is). But yesterday was only the first day of the sale: as our signs clearly state, we will be at this again on Saturday, and a final time on Sunday (when we will close up shop a little early, on account of the anticipated heat). Saturday should be a more fruitful day than Friday, especially since I have successfully posted an ad on the page of my local Facebook garage sale listings group. I don’t know how many people will see that post, but I know that the people who will see it really like going to garage sales.

So I don’t really have it in me to write a big long post about anything this weekend. Yes, I could be writing something during my copious free time, waiting for people to drive up and peer over our wares. The only problem with that is, I’m splitting that time between reading a book (Suze Rotolo’s A Freewheeling Time) and writing something non-blog related: the newsletter for the opera discord Ariele and I run for our friends, hopefully to enhance their experience of watching operas with us.

What will we do after Sunday, if some (or most) of our offerings are not converted into cash? Some of it may simply be reabsorbed into our household. The rest will probably be donated to a thrift shop, and maybe someday converted into cash for the thrift shop instead of us. This is called economics.

So I’ll see you all* next weekend, when I should have something more interesting to say. Until then, adios (or if you happen to know where I live, come see me and buy some of my stuff).

*I know that statistically speaking there are zero of you, but statistics is a liar sometimes.