Tag sale my life… dan
…no, just most our stuff. It’s an interesting illusion that we are our stuff or least that our stuff defines us but in reality and ultimately, we are not our stuff. Susan & I have been living, playing and sharing that illusion with the folks that have been traipsing through our tag sale these last few days. It’s been more fun that I imagined mostly because of Susan, she just loves people, and also because Barbara, Susan’s wonderful neighbor, who has shared the burden and spectacle of it all.
I’ve never even been to a tag sale before, let alone hosted one. It’s been a fascinating process watching people go through all our old stuff. Watching as they gauge each item’s utility and value. Some Latino workers from a nearby house project stopped in twice on Friday and once today buying mostly hand tools. It made me smile how they hefted each prospective tool in a purposeful way, carefully considering each purchase. Things sold that I thought would never sell; a backgammon set that I made in high school, an old backpacking stove, plants, pictures, knickknacks and even sandpaper. A 4MP digital camera that I paid $2000 sold for $5 and an old Speed Graphic film camera that I got for free decades ago sold for $5. Feels like some crazy kind of karmic balance in that.
The second day of the sale is almost over as I type this. We received $907 on the first day and at this point it looks like we might pull in double that today. Not bad! Susan has been amazing in the way she works the customers, engaging them as she goes from one to another, making deals and leaving smiles with everyone along the way. She just planted a seed with me; “lets leave everything where it stands when it’s over and go right to Gypsy, we can deal with the rest later. “ That sounds like a premium plan to me so I’m going to post this and then head to the boat.
