Friday:

The weather is about as good as it gets and I was so jazzed to go around meeting neighbors and looking at all the stuff in yards!  

I met people using the sale to raise money for adoption: Ethiopia and China.  I met people raising money for college scholarships, their church, their daycare center, graduate school in psychology.  I met a man who said it's his 17th year.  I met a woman selling a bearskin rug.

Julian and I rode around on our bikes stopping here and there. He wanted a giant box of matchbox racetracks for $5 and when I heard that the proceeds are to go to One Acre Cafe, I caved in.  We picked our way down the street, Jules picking up plastic dinos, cars, books about sharks, me poking at linens, a new food processor, some old books.

Some folks pulled over and said "We're from out of town. How late today does it go on?" I said, "This is just the preamble! You need to come back tomorrow, and bring a cart!"  They said, "How nice your neighborhood does this!" and I said, "Oh, well, it really is great. We all get out and see each other and the kids sell cookies for a few cents and our neighborhood organization uses it as a fundraiser... over 200 sales have donated so far."  I'm always waxing on this stuff.  Then they looked at me plainly and said, "Well, we meant more that you all have figured out how to get rid of all your junk!"  And I said, "Ha! Well, I wish that were true, but I think mostly we just all exchange junk once a year in mutual and interactive sales! Do come back tomorrow, if you are from out of town maybe you can help get some of this stuff out of the vicious cycle!" We all had a laugh.

Then the ice cream truck came by and Julian talked me into a bomb pop.

Then we chit chatted with the neighbors all the way home with our box of racetrack.

The boys set them up on the back porch and played with matchbox cars until the sun went down.

I expect the boys will remember the Tree Streets Yard Sale a little like Christmas Day.  

Happy sales tomorrow everyone!