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August 1, 2001
By Angela Gary
The Banks County News
August 1, 2001
Plenty of laughs during yard sale
Cleaning your house from top to bottom, pulling out all of the stuff (junk) that you don't want any more and the clothes you are tired of (that don't fit any more) and piling them in the corner.
Going through these piles sorting things into categories, putting colorful stickers with prices on the items and neatly folding the clothes.
Getting up before daylight on Saturday morning and dragging all of this stuff into the yard on tables that you've lined up right by the roadside. People stopping as soon as you've stuck your head out the door. You hurry faster and faster to bring stuff out as you hear from the crowd, "What else do you have to put out?"
Looking at people in amazement as they ask if you will take 10 cents for something that you clearly marked was 25 cents.
Falling in exhaustion on the couch after you've loaded up all of the stuff that didn't sell and taken it up to the Potter's House.
If you've ever had a yard sale at your home, you know exactly what I'm talking about. It's no easy task to hold a yard sale. Sure, it feels good to count the money at the end of the day, but you will mutter, "It's just not worth it" many times as you prepare for the big day and then hold the yard sale.
We have at least one yard sale a year. I usually have something in mind for the extra money, like a cruise or a trip to some exotic place. This year, I had allocated the money to go toward my medical bills, which continue to come in weekly even though it's been more than two months since my surgery. I guess the yard sale is more fun (or not as bad) when you know the money will go toward a cool vacation. It's not quite as much fun when the money is going to pay your anesthesiologist, the doctor, the hospital and, it seems like, everyone from the janitor to the receptionist at the hospital.
Anyway, back to our most recent yard sale, we had a pretty good morning. The early rush was over and we were sitting back to catch our breath. From 6:30 to 8 a.m. is always the wildest time. We even had someone have a wreck in our yard once during this "rush hour."
After taking a short break, Mom and I decided to get up and straighten the messy tables before the next rush. She suddenly asked me where the money bag was. I quickly looked at the chair that it was supposed to be in and my eyes widened in horror. It was GONE and it had about $200 in it. I was sick, just sick. I wanted to go into the house and forget it. Just leave the stuff in the yard. Maybe it would mysteriously disappear overnight.
We knew no one had been in the yard since our last customer and couldn't understand where the money had gone.
I vaguely recalled seeing Dixie, our friendly dog, heading toward a grassy, wooded area near the house just before the bag disappeared. I also had recollections of her wandering off into the woods with a plastic bag and a sock in her mouth during the morning. Mom headed toward the woods, and sure enough, found the money bag. It had all of our hard-earned money in it and a few teeth marks on it.
Dixie's little escapade ended up making me laugh all day. I still smile when I think about it. We delighted in telling family, friends and others who stopped by about her dash with our money. My Dad swears that he trained Dixie to take money and hide it. I don't know about that, but she provided plenty of laughs during our yard sale day.
Angela Gary is editor of The Banks County News and associate editor of The Jackson Herald.
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