Saturday, June 15, 2013
Yard Sale Day
Of course, on a walk, the mind wanders and processes the sights. I was reminded of one of the two times we were involved in a yard sale, when a questionable-looking man furtively approached my husband and asked, "Ya got any knives? Guns? Swords? Embroidered samplers?" This was prolly thirty years ago and we still wonder what he was about (we had none of those items).
Then I got to noticing that the people approaching the tables were the serious shoppers with an intensity about them; they were the early birds hoping to find an original Grandma Moses painting among the collection shown by a naive seller. Never mind that the official start time for the sales wasn't until nine o'clock; at seven forty-five, they were out to make a killing.
I knew that at the peak of the sale, long about ten o'clock, the streets would be impassable due to drivers hoping to spot a bargain through the windshield and the sidewalk would be congested with more casual shoppers, and I was glad to be getting my walk out of the way. I had visions of all of those people from It's A Mad Mad Mad Mad World out hoping to be the first to find that great big W.
There was definitely something else that was familiar about the yard sale culture, but I was at a loss to pinpoint exactly what. Until I came down the home block and saw my neighbor had neatly folded athletic sweatshirts all lined up on a blanket on the grass.
Then I remembered a naturalist video we'd watched just this past week, where David Attenborough educated us on the peculiarities of the bower bird. And I chuckled.
Posted by Nancy, Near Philadelphia on Saturday, June 15, 2013