Last weekend was a good weekend.
Friday, We celebrated RocketBoy’s graduation from Pre-K with some ice cream at Bruester’s.
Saturday was kind of a blur… we prepared for the Yard Sale, Rocketboy had a birthday party and a playdate, and went to see Kids in the Hall with goudabonbon, curt_holman, my friend Sarah and her friend Bill the Canadian. I say “with” goudabonbon and curt_holman loosely, as their seats were so far in front of ours that they were even out of head crushing range. Though we did have a fine comfort-food dinner beforehand at O.K. Cafe.
Sunday morning I was up bright and early1 hauling furniture, toys, clothes and books out on the lawn in the hopes that I would not have to haul them back in again. We did fairly well, though we were counting way too much on the Jewish and/or infidel crowd to make up for the absence of the Sunday-morning-church-going public. There was none of the people banging on the door an hour before the sale was to start, demanding first crack at the goods that I hear so much about.
We dumped some large space-consuming furniture on some folks with presumably larger houses than ours. I even negotiated successfully in Spanish with one couple.
The highlight was conversations with folks perusing the book pile. I exchanged recommendations with folks based on the wares I had available… “Did you like this book? You should look into…” Though I’ll admit there is a certain amount of pain involved in selling books I enjoyed. There was the first pain of putting the books in the To Be Sold box to begin with, and then when they were being bought… a couple times I had the urge to pull one out of the buyers hands and tell them I’d changed my mind, even though intellectually I knew I had no plans of ever reading it again. We’ll call it a cathartic growth experience.
I learned that RocketBoy is a natural salesman, at least in his enthusiasm if not his actual performance. His weakness is being able to read the customer and accurately divine what item might most be of interest. He did a hard sell on a Care Bears DVD to an older couple perusing some of the weightier literary works. Ditto, an Isaac Asimov short story collection to a couple that didn’t speak English. To his credit, he wouldn’t take no for an answer, trailing them to their car as they left, extolling the virtues of the Care Bear story, or the great enormity of words in the Asimov tome (“You can learn English!”).
It kept me entertained the whole morning long. To own the truth, we had a lot more joggers stop by through his sidewalk barker marketing efforts than we otherwise would have.
After the sale, I cleaned up, went over to neighbor’s house to change out their car battery for them, and then the whole gang went to the pool for a well-earned break.
Monday, steakums had to work, and I took RocketBoy, Scout and RocketBoy’s friend J__ to the Imagine It! Children’s Museum for 3 hours. They all did well and wore themselves out. As we were loading into the car, Scout ripped my glasses off my face and flung them into some bushes. I made a mental note to fetch them after strapping all the kids in the car, then completely forgot until we were home. So, I need new glasses, which is actually fine as the old ones had been a little too Scoutified for their own good.
Later on, J__’s mom stayed with the kids at our house while steakums and I went to see that mildly enjoyable though mostly frustrating Indiana Jones flick. See previous rant.
Actually, see this rant.
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