Look at me with the posts!

Yes, I'm updating... again... which throws my average time between updates into a mathematical anomalous frenzy. But in the interest of consistency, I have nothing important to say.

Betsy and I are making a list of stuff we want to sell at a garage sale in May. So far we have a bunch of stuff that, if seen at someone else's garage sale, would make us wonder, possibly out loud, "Who buys this crap?" We have about a hundred or so VHS tapes, a coffee table, a rug, some toys with mystery grime in all of the crevices, video games compatible with only obsolete systems, and a bunch of my stuff that Betsy doesn't want anymore.

I love garage sales. You get to see your neighbors in a whole new setting: their garage, wedged into a lawn chair or perched on a kitchen stool, drinking a diet cola or bottled water. Amidst 100 piece puzzles with 94 pieces and one-armed action figures and plastic baggies filled with teeny tiny guns and swords and Lego pieces, which, for some reason, are always grouped together, and the train track (still-in-box) which is labeled as having all its pieces, but, alas, no engine and kids clothes grouped together by age instead of by size as if all eight year old girls are the same size and the one moldy bowling shoe, you get a clear glimpse of the core of the individual. These are the things that they no longer want but that they are unwilling to dismiss as valueless. Anthropologists thousands of years from now would do well to study the garage sale, but they'll probably be too busy looking at our fossilized poop.

So, break out the folding tables and portable DVD player! We're hunkering down for a long Saturday of avoiding eye-contact and hoping that the obnoxious neighbor kids stay in their own yard.