Daily Diary

I've finally gone through the trouble to have a garage sale- but it would appear that my stuff is all too nice, or too much baby stuff. People genuinely want crocks, pottery, old dishes- quite amazing. And these people are focused. They jump out of the car (still running the engine), stride with determination toward the garage, take quick inventory, either pounce on something or leave as fast as they came. I forgot to sell them hot sausage biscuits. I'll try to remember for the next group. Garage salers are fodder for comedians. Maybe after putting on enough of these garage sales, I'll be able to write a character sketch that will do them justice.