It was pouring early this Saturday morning in New England. Nobody likes bad weather when you finally get to the weekend. For a yard saler, it’s a huge let down.
Part of it is denial but I was hopeful it would stop. At 6 a.m. it had time to burn off so people could still set up. The raining finally ceased after breakfast, so I headed to my Mom’s to pick her up.
We drove to the next town for the two advertised yard sales. It was a bit of a drive on the chance they’d put out their wares. After I considered it, I told my Mom that it wouldn’t matter if they were set up our not.
“If they didn’t, we can just knock on the door and ask where it all is.”
I found the humor in it but she did not.
My Dad teased me and said, “I think you’ve been to too many yard sales in your lifetime.”
“Me? I just get my exercise by taking walks in other people’s yards.”
You’d think lightning would’ve struck.
Photo: $5 Polo bag