“The RoseBouquet”

The school buses have just roared by. It’s the first day of school here in Hague. Maybe in your community too?

It doesn’t affect Dad and me personally, but it does whisk my mind back to my very first day of school. I don’t have space for the full story here, but you can read it on this page about how I .

learned to read
Dad decided last Thursday to have a garage sale. He complained that he didn’t know how, but he’d read in the paper that there were to be several multi-family garages in town over the weekend. I agreed that if he put up balloons, the garage salers would spot them, and he’d get “traffic” even without advertising.

It didn’t fit into my plans, so I let him go to it on his own. He mowed the lawn, as I’d suggested, pulled the car out and parked on the street, then swept the garage floor. He called me to help set up the heavy folding table of my sister’s that leans against the wall there. Then Dad began to bring out odds and ends, small motors, and screwdrivers that he thought he could give up. He really wanted most to sell his chipper/shredder, his red bike, and a wooden cart.

I brought up two boxes of kitchen ware that I’d set aside to dispose of when I cleaned out the storage/cold room a few weeks ago, and went back to my computer business.

Later Dad went downtown to buy some balloons. He wasn’t finished tying them to posts yet, when folks stopped by and asked, “you got a garage sale here?”

Despite the rain showers, and down-right chilly air, he sold some stuff on Thursday, more on Friday, and did better on Saturday when the sun came out. He did not sell his chipper/shredder, or the bike, nor the home-made cart, but he made 82.75 all by himself, and was satisfied.

We split the $5 we got when some people stopped Saturday afternoon, and asked if we had any garden produce to sell. We picked and dug up two shopping bags full for them.

Anyone else for some zucchini and cucumbers?