We had our garage sale today. Guess what the weather forecast said? Squally south-westerlies. Remember I live in the Southern Hemisphere, so any wind that comes from the south comes from Antarctica. It’s kinda cold there. So I was not impressed when I read the MetService forecast. We were praying for brilliant blue skies. Didn’t happen. But what did happen is that God was so totally in charge that heaps of people came anyway, despite the cold, rainy weather. And guess what?? They bought stuff! And they paid money for it!
I should give you a bit of background. Because I hate for anyone not to understand where I’m coming from. I have been forbidden to go to garage sales by myself. Not because I buy too much, because I’m theoretically opposed to clutter. But rather because I pay too much. I HATE bargaining, although I love a bargain. My husband has watched me pay too much one too many times to allow me to do it any more. Background finished.
So here I am at my own garage sale, having to bargain with people. And I hate it. Because I’ve already agonised over the prices of things, knowing that I need to price them low enough so that people buy them but also high enough so that we actually make some money. I think that some people got some REALLY good deals and others got good deals. Other times capitalism was definitely at work. After all, something is only worth what someone else will pay for it. And if someone else is willing to pay twice as much as we actually paid for it originally, then good for us
The good news is that we sold the refrigerator. And we were pretty sure that we had sold the washing machine, too, but they decided not to go with it. We still have the bunk beds, but every other large item is gone, along with most of the smaller things. The kids’ stuff flew out the door, as did all my picture frames. Granted, the picture frames were dirt cheap. Only two dollars each.
The only negative part of the day is that something got stolen. In order to use the phone at the same time we use the internet (I don’t know all the complicated terms) we have to have this special filter thing on the phone. It got stolen. We only discovered this when my husband was trying to use the phone when he was online checking our auctions. Didn’t work. He was really hacked. It’s worth about $15, which isn’t chump change, but he was more irritated with the fact that someone would actually steal from us. I honestly don’t remember the last time I stole something, physically stole something ( we won’t talk about the times I used the internet at work for personal use - I’ve since repented). Actually, I do remember. I was in the fourth grade and I stole some chocolate from my teacher. To this day I am plagued by this, to the point that I’ve seriously considered trying to track him down and confess. It was like 22 years ago, but I don’t care. Moral of this story: don’t steal.
For those of you that were praying, I really really appreciate it. Really.
I have heaps more to say, but my eyes are crossing.
On a completely unrelated note, 15 people visited my blog yesterday! Wow! You guys are awesome. And for all the people that have commented the last couple days, don’t despair. I have been thinking about you and when things slow down here in a few days, I’m going to write you back. My mother-in-law is going to watch my kids on Monday so I can finish cleaning our rental house (yippee!) and then I think I’m going to go into town and find an internet cafe with really really fast internet and drink a coffee while doing things I like to do on the computer. Like respond to your kind comments