Not bad for a day's work

Since it was the last official day of our summer vacation, The Dad decided to tackle some heavy hitting tasks. He had a list of about thirty things he wanted to do, but he only got one thing marked off his TO DO list.

Seriously. We're not having a garage sale.

He started with cleaning out the garage.  The garage has had his classroom supplies and resources packed into it since May.  The garage is also home to four bikes, five bags of golf clubs, thirteen pool noodles and three pair of roller skates.  The Dad dragged all of that out into our driveway.
He also dragged out a shelf full of pool chemicals, a bin full of dog food and three plastic tubs full of scrapbooking stuff that I haven't used in years.  All of it in the driveway.

In our yard, he had my rocking chair and carpets that I used when I was an elementary librarian. He had two bookshelves teetering between the lawn and driveway. It's bad luck to get rid of bookshelves, ya know. What? Never heard that before? Well, it's true.

We had toys and end tables and boxes of 13 year old papers and a lamp that I promised to give to a friend (sorry, Janet!).  All of this dragged out of the garage and onto our driveway and into our yard.  It took The Dad about an hour to get the garage emptied out so he could clean it.

It was at this point that the cars started slowing down... and then stopping... and then bartering.

Throughout the day, people would come dig through our stuff and ask, "Are you having a garage sale?"

The Dad would stop his sweeping or dusting or cleaning (or whatever he was doing to get out of laundry) and say, "No. We're not having a garage sale."  If he said it once, he said it 50 times.  We estimate that we had over 30 vehicles stop and their occupants go through our stuff.

 We weren't having a garage sale!

But we did make $50 bucks in sales... Next time, we're advertising.