Five bright signs posted around town clearly stated that our yard sale began at 8 a.m. At 6:45 our first customer rolled up.
Lee and I were in the process of setting up tables and organizing our junk on the tables. The gentleman was nice, and even helped Lee move a desk from our garage to our yard sale pile. He bought a good bit of stuff, so I couldn’t be mad.
As soon as he left, another person arrived. Before long, there was a crowd milling around our yard, digging through our boxes and piles. I checked the clock: 7:30.
I believe we had more people before 8 than after 8. By 10 a.m., the rush had slowed to a trickle. By 11:30, we were done. We didn’t sell everything, so what was left we loaded into Lee’s truck and donated it to Goodwill.
It felt really good to get rid of a lot of stuff. It wasn’t easy – I could have easily talked myself into keeping much of it. But I’m happy to have less clutter in my life, and an extra $500 in my pocket. Not too shabby.