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I am approximately this shade of burned. Despite slathering up with sunscreen, I’m just a wee bit toasty. The lovely Ms. Kathleen and I got it into our collective heads that we should have a yard sale. Ok, I got it into my head and dragged poor Kath along for the ride. But Ms. Kathleen is a good sport and played along. So, we spent a lovely, almost rainless, day in the sun selling our wares. A perfect day for a yard sale! We didn’t sell as much as we had hoped as both of our husbands kept rescuing items for sale, but certainly enough to make it worth our efforts.

And oof, effort it was. Boy did we hop all day. Our darling little signs were made by Kath and I have to say, those little chicks surprisingly resemble my, uh, shape. Hee! But I love them, they’re just so cute. Sadly, my photo doesn’t do her signs much justice. We were just so busy I never stopped to take a photo of the madness until the sunlight had passed us by.

The day was full of lovely little moments as well as some truly frustrating ones. Early birds arrived early and got my angry face. But then, little people visited, pressing quarters into my hands, “Um, do I have enough money for this??” (yes, yes you do, you little darling, it cost exactly 25 cents!) Several people came by and told me that they had looked at my house when it was on the market, but for some reason hadn’t bought it. We had one elderly gentleman who so impressed with how we priced our items he couldn’t stop talking about it. At first I thought he was talking about our actual prices, but it turns out he just liked the ribbon and hang tags. I had a delightful conversation with a four year old who told me his full name and chatted with me about how he wanted a hamster and how his dog died and how his nails are painted red and his hair has red color in it to match and. . . and . . . and. . . and he reminded me so much of someone I know too well (coughboywondercough) I let him take home a fun Tonka interactive computer game for a song. Because I know he’s going to spend hours with it, just chatting along to himself as he goes. I can just tell.

But perhaps, the most amazing moment came when a long time reader introduced herself and her husband! It’s always a bit of thrill to have someone take a risk and let you know they’ve been reading your work. Of course, it doesn’t hurt when they like your work, either. Oh yeah, I’ve been on the other end of that introduction, where they tell you just what they think of you: awkward! Anyhow, it was really great to meet a reader and chat for a few moments. (Waving HI! to Michelle and Jeremiah!!) Of course, in a classic “it’s all about me, Wende move” I didn’t ask Michelle any questions about HER! I was just so excited, my manners were, uh, overwhelmed? Ok, it was poor form…no excuses. I’m so sorry, Michelle. Please do comment and tell me all about you, OK?? Meeting readers is really cool—but getting to know them is even better, I think.

Such was the day. Oh, the stories I could tell. And someday, I just might. But for now, I’m done in by the sun and just thankful for the day.(thank you, thank you Kathleen) It’s enough, really. I just read this back and I used the word “lovely” too many times, but that word really does sum up the day. Tomorrow is Sunday; but it seems like there might be a sermon buried in the loveliness. Too bad I didn’t take photographs.