Yard Sale

Spent seven days at the yard sale yesterday--oh, wait, it was only seven hours, it just seemed like...
Anyway, I had practically all Christmas stuff and it sold, I'm afraid, very poorly.  Not sure how much I made, maybe thirty or so bucks, if that.  It was a long, long, hot day, but Susan's house has plenty of shade.  Packed up about 2:30 (the buyers had dwindled), then of course, had to unpack and put everything back in the garage.
Took a drive after I finished, then got gas and stopped at two stores  to see if I could get price stickers.  No luck, though.
When I got back, I packed up the car with a mishmash of things--books, dishes, Thanksgiving decorations--which I hope will appeal more than Xmassy stuff.
Called Susan to tell her I won't walk today, then chatted with Betty.  Called and talked to Joel, Sr., then Junior.  He's still in the hospital, I'm afraid, but I hope will be released soon. 
Just got up to see that it's raining.  Darn!  Okay, if it continues and the yard sale cancelled, I'll just chalk it up to experience.  I have plenty of other things to do, which could include moving on to another area to purge.