It's strange to me how much I can miss my parents after being home for a weekend. I went home this past weekend for my grandma's garage sale - we cleaned out the main floor of her house so that my sister could move in, and there was a lot of stuff. I should have taken a picture, but it filled up the entire community hall - about 22 tables, I think. Plus stuff on the stage. But anyway. I went home to help with that on Friday, and I haven't talked more to my entire family in...well a really long time. We had no distractions there except for each other - no tv, no computers, no books. It was just us, the people coming by, and the merchandise. So we talked a lot. And wow, do I ever wish I was still there. I had a fantastic weekend with them. It was exhausting, sure, and slow and/or boring at times just sitting there with nothing to do, but it was fantastic all the same.
We sold probably half of the stuff there, which is pretty damn good, I think. Especially considering we didn't have many people come on Sunday. And especially because so much of it was just old and not very...well, useful. So we left with a lighter load we went with. I think Kelly and mom and dad want to have another one later in the summer with the stuff in the garage, basement and lean-to in it as well - because there is still a lot of stuff to go through and find a new home for.
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