hot saling (by Laura)

Readers, I have no pictures to entice you with today. I apologize for my lacksadaisical approach to yard sale blogging. All of our sales today were skivs, so I was highly unprepared. And when I say "our", I mean myself and my three boys. On a very, very, very hot and humid day. Yuck.
So the first sale was hot. And there was no shade. A delightful tower of stuffed animals with a lizard jauntily set atop all of its friends was quickly reduced to a Pompeii-esque cascade after Hudson took a flying leap at them. My thought was that he was wishing it was a pool, so very hot it was. I figured I was getting dirty looks thrown at me by the many proprieters at this sale (like, 6 of them!) so I quickly grabbed a Harry Potter book missing in my collection (reassured, I was, by Nancy, that it was indeed returned to my house, but I do tend to lose things immediately) for $1 and scored a Hidden Pictures bonanza book for my boys, which prompted an immediate fight in the car and thus was taken away from one of them for the rest of the day. Aah, nothing like brotherly harmony (not) instituted by the sharing of a used, 25 cent book that they have probably done before, as they are taken from the Highlights magazine. Enough of the book. Moving on....
To sale #2, the big one of the day. This was a poorly advertised estate sale in (what else) a deceased person's home that smelled like (what else) a combination of old, shag carpeting, mothballs, and stale, dank air. Nancy and I have blogged before about the depressing aura that surrounds these locales, and really, it just is. This woman must have been a hoarder-lite, or else she had big dreams that she had fancy places to go, because I have never seen such a collection of narrow, ugly, and new (25 years ago they were new, but they still had the tags on them) 5 1/2-sized shoes in my life. My tiny friend had amassed such an impressive collection that she had one large bin solely for tennies, one for flats, boots, and I lost track of how many others. Brand new costume jewlery could be had by the pound, at this sale. I was intriqued by the story there , for surely there was a story, but, as my three catastrophe-makers were tearing through the house looking for stuff to break, I couldn't stay and chat.
Sale #3 was where I made a major yard sale faux-pas. The signs did not list a time, and it was getting to be 2pm. The only sign that listed hours was once you get to the house. They were obviously packing up, so I jumped out, peeked in, saw that everything was for kids younger than my own, and faster than you say "How rude are you, crazy lady, thinking a yard sale would still be open at 2pm!" we were outta there.
Readers, stay with me a bit longer, as I have exciting news about tomorrow. An estate sale in Country Club. Yes. Where you are not allowed to have yard sales because it is a country club. And Nancy is back. And St. Henry's is having a rummage sale, which they have approximitely 12 (I may be exaggerating here) times a year, but still! This is where Nancy scored her best-ever orange chair! I am a-flutter with anticipation! That and the afternoon stray poop found in the pool (NOT placed there by one of mine, thankyouverymuch), and boy did we have an interesting day. I have high hopes that tomorrow will top today. And also that school starts soon.