What Day is It?

  

           Well, friends, it’s been a week. My sister has been here since Sunday, and we have been working hard to prepare a rummage sale for this weekend. When my parents moved out of their house, they downsized significantly, and we’ve been hanging onto the excess, waiting for this sale time to arrive.

            All week long, we’ve sorted, priced, bundled, organized, and prepped for this sale. Several times I’m pretty sure we were just chasing each other around the garage, moving piles from one side to the other.

            Sometimes it felt like a game of memory – trying to think of where the one matching piece was that we knew we just saw and put in a safe place.

            Sometimes it felt creative and adventurous – bundling like items together and imagining how they could be used in tandem.

            Last night we celebrated our progress by going out for dinner and resting our tired feet while we ate. We came home, where I spent forever making nerdy little signs to post in the yard and on our tables.

            I’m not sure we know what day it is, but I am sure we’ve had a lot of fun preparing and talking while we worked. And I’m also sure we’ll be thankful when the sale is behind us and the garage is back to normal!