I love this time of year, because the weather is just right for a yard sale. I can spend hours rummaging through other people's stuff, trying to imagine where a plaid sofa would fit into my own décor. That's my idea of a perfect Saturday.
Last weekend, we had family in town, and there was no time for yard sales. So we introduced them to the breakfast buffet at Butcher Boys Café. As he returned with his second plate, my brother signaled his approval by saying, “Why would anyone order off the menu?”
“So they will be able to limit themselves to just one plate,” I said.
Actually, I did limit myself to just one plate, albeit one that was piled with biscuits, gravy, a cinnamon roll, bacon, eggs and cheese grits. On our way back down N.C. 150, I pawed at the car windows every time we passed a yard sale sign.
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We headed to the Sherrills Ford library for its annual fall festival, just the right speed for my young children. It takes place on the library lawn, where the Friends of the Library set up crafts and games. Win and Mia both got their faces painted, and Win played ring toss and a fishing game. He was also surprisingly adept, for a 2-year-old, at the sack race. All that jumping made me regret the cheese grits.
After collecting tickets at each game stop, he went to the gazebo to trade the tickets for prizes. The shopping concept was a bit lost on him. Long after he was out of tickets, he continued to pick out rubber spiders and pieces of candy. Perhaps he's just watched me shop a few too many times.
We went inside to borrow some books and play with the Matchbox cars. Back outside, near the sidewalk, the Catawba County Sheriff's Office had a mobile unit set up, and we peeked inside at the radios. Sadly, we missed the fire engine, which was there earlier that morning, while we were busy piling on the gravy.
Back at home, I spent the afternoon planting the Mexican sage and pansies I had bought at the fall festival's plant sale. With such great weather, digging even the stubbornest red clay didn't seem too much like work.
My mom and brother departed just before sunset, and I was able to get the kids to bed in time to watch the second half of the Carolina game. For a Saturday sans yard sales, it was pretty close to perfect.
For me, a good day is often defined by what I don't do. Last Saturday I did not go to the grocery store or any supercenter. I did not clean the house. I did not make calls for work. I don't even think I cooked – which, really, I don't mind doing, as long as I can chop onions without having to stop to explain to a 2-year-old why he can't chew the sofa. After such a relaxing day, maybe I would just let him. It would give me a good reason to go to a yard sale.