On Friday I did several things I haven't done for quite some time.
I took cash out of my bank account.
I was on the road before sunrise.
I signed up for an estate sale. Fun sale! the advertisement promised.
There were a few newcomers to the usual crowd. One was a man who stood on the sidewalk and yelled questions to people. To me, standing by the basement window, he called "Anything good in the basement?" I did not wish to engage with him, so I shrugged. It was a friendly sort of shrug, but a shrug nonetheless.
As I waited, I made several resolutions about the sale season ahead. This year, I'm not going to make any buying mistakes. Not a one. Also, I'm going to treat everyone with dignity and respect. But I'm not answering questions yelled to me from the sidewalk. Mostly I'm going to keep my mouth shut, my head down and my eyes open.
Finally the magic moment came, and we went into the house. I explored it top to bottom, several times. Mostly because I was trying to figure out what possibly could be considered fun about this sale. It was the dullest collection of merchandise I have seen in some time. If there were glasses, they were clear. If there were clothes, they were white or beige. There even was a collection of doll clothes, and they were white and beige.
I found three objects, two of which are too boring even to mention. I stood in line in front of another newcomer to the crowd. She complained incessantly. By incessantly, I mean without ceasing. Why is the line so long? Why is the line moving so slowly? Why are the clerks so slow? This degree of grumpiness has an odd effect on me. It makes me aggressively cheerful. Perky, even. Why, look! We're moving ahead! It's not so bad! This made her even grumpier. Game on.
And thus another sale season opens. For this, I emerged from my winter hibernation. The one object not too boring to mention is the jadite/jadeite scotty dog on a rocker. (One of my resolutions is to worry less about spelling jadite/jadeite.) The rocker serves as an ink blotter, if one wanted to attach blotter paper to it. I did not know such a thing existed, but now I have one.
I'm going back in my cozy den now. If I venture out again, I'll let you know.