Yard sale

I'm not doing much storytelling these days, as you might have guessed from the last post. The house we thought we were going to buy didn't work out (too many issues came up in the inspection) but we're still looking and I'm still packing.

Tomorrow from 3 to 6 p.m., and Saturday from 8 to noon, my yard will turn into a veritable emporium of treasures, a.k.a. tag sale. Right now most of it is in my living room. I'm hoping the heat wave we've been having will abate. Maybe we should sell cold drinks, too!

Here's some of it: games, chairs, a bed, fans and other stuff.

This little chip and dip bowl is fabulous, but I'm not moving it. It's ready to be priced, sitting next to the linens.

For someone without children, I have a lot of toys. Some of them are not going with me.

These glasses are in the kitchen, patiently waiting their turn.

It's amazing how much a person can accumulate over almost 50 years, the last ten of which were in one house. I'll be glad to find the next place to live so I can get back to my storytelling life. By the next time I write, I should have an idea where exactly I'm going.