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| Ella's hand-made jewelry - a big hit at the yard sale! |
Yard Sale Revisited: Well, after the bust of a yard sale that we had I ended up carting a whole minivan full of stuff to the Goodwill truck on Backlick Rd. There is this truck parked in the parking lot of the fire station with a big sign that says "Goodwill - Open for Donations". Usually there is a guy sleeping in his car next to the truck and when you pull up he jumps out, takes your stuff from you and gives you a receipt. Well, when I pulled up I saw the car but no guy asleep in the reclined driver's seat. Hmmm, strange, I thought. Yet the sign said "Open 11 a.m. - 6 p.m." so I knew he had to be somewhere. I tiptoed to the back of the truck and peeked inside and there he was - just hanging out in the back of the Goodwill Truck with all the donations piled up around him - it was a little bit strange. I hauled all my stuff up to the truck and heaved it up to him. He asked if I wanted a receipt and I said "sure" to which he replied "That'll be $50.00" and smiled. Haha, I replied to which he gave me my receipt and winked. Hmmm, my cue to leave.
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| Our little saleslady - hard at work |
Anyhow - after I thought a little more about our yard sale I decided that I was wrong to report that we made $25.00 that day. Since I spent abour $22.00 buying all the supplies to make the yard sale signs we really only made $3.00. Ella made more selling her hand-made jewelry - and what a sweet saleslady she was, just look at her . . .
No wonder she made more money than we did - really, who could resist buying something from her??
Pilates and Torture Time: Despite my aches and pains after my tumble from John's bike (see previous blog post) I decided to forge ahead in my quest for a stronger, leaner body. I returned to the 9:30 Pilates class to which I've been accustomed - that 6:00 a.m. class really threw me for a loop. I was groggy and irritable the rest of the week after my solo attempt to work out before sunrise. So I went back to the class with the new-age music and the heavy breather. Actually, make that heavy breathers - they seem to be multiplying. This morning I went back to boot camp, aka Torture Time, and was happy to see that Enthusiastic Guy in the Back Row was still holding down the fort. I endured jogging in place, jumping jacks, lunges, wall squats and the worst exercise of all with the tell-tale name - mountain climbers - man, do I ever hate that exercise. It felt good to hurt and sweat and jump around like a lunatic.
Walk to Defeat ALS: The ALS Walk is finally here - we are walking on Sunday by the Washington Monument to support the ALS Association and to honor my Dad. I have to come to grips with the fact that he is deteriorating on a weekly, or perhaps even daily, basis. I think I've put his illness away in a little compartment like I sometimes do so that I don't have a complete breakdown. I have a feeling that this weekend's events will bring it all out in the open and my whole family and I are in for some emotional moments. My dad was with us last year at the walk - he was unable to actually walk the whole way but he sat on a bench and then when we completed one loop we all gathered together under the Washington Monument and had a great time. He even got down in the grass with the kids and goofed around with them. I wish he could be there but it's just too hard for him to go anywhere now. I'm planning to take lots of video which we will share with him afterwards when we go back to the house for the afternoon.
So many other things happened this week - but I really can only think about what's coming up this weekend. Lots of joy, lots of pain, lots of life as usual.
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