Yesterday was the semi-annual Mission Hills Huge Neighborhood Yard Sale, just over a mile from my house. I missed the one in the fall, so my friend Diane and I made a point to get to this one.
About 100 homes participate in this event, but in all reality, you’re lucky to make it to 25 of them, even zipping about in a CRV, and being an ace at parallel parking. Just the same, there is the thrill of the hunt, with the old adage, “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure,” kicking into high gear.
Last year at this time I ventured out on the big yard sale circuit on my own, communicating to Diane in the most diplomatic way possible that she tended to slow me down.
“Okay, Lone Wolf,” she conceded good-naturedly, “I’ll head out on my own as well, and then we can catch up for brunch later.”
On that trip, although I was able to snag some awesome deals with swift and savvy, it was a bit lonely. Although I didn’t miss Diane’s late start and then dawdling at each sale, I did miss the camaraderie and conversation.
So yesterday, even though we got a late start by 15 minutes (compliments of guess who?), it was still a most enjoyable morning of people and dog watching (we were amazed at how many people bring their dogs to these things), cracking up at some of the treasures, rolling our eyes at others; one in which we both came away with some truly great finds, such as:
Weary and hungry from our pilgrimage, Diane and I met our friend Jeff over at Cafe Bleu for brunch around 11:15. Always great to catch up with “Man About Town” Jeff, and we always enjoy the bottomless mimosas and great food at Cafe Bleu (Serena, you’d better join us next time!).
After Cafe Bleu Diane and I decided to poke our heads in — okay, have a glass of wine — at Brooklyn Girl.
Such a fun day, and by the time I got home I felt more like puttering around the house to find places for my new purchases, plus reading and relaxing, than I did writing. So here’s Day 25 a day late.
Sometimes life just gets in the way. I knew you’d understand.