Beltane Waxing Flower Moon
The garage sale continues. Kate’s out there right now, doing the crossword puzzle and waiting for customers. They’ve been slow to come. Kate thinks she’s got items that are too high end, though she advertised for collectibles. That may be but my guess is the economy and the pandemic have squeezed shopping for other than essentials right outta folks.
We’ll see as the day progresses and she drops her prices. There is some anthropological phenomenon going on with garage sales, the retailing of stuff and the occasional turn of domestic space into a faux business, like lemonade stands for adults. Not only do we get to sell our stuff, but we get to display what we don’t need. Look at this stuff I don’t need. If I don’t need this, what more and better stuff lies inside! Perhaps its a bargain-basement potlatch.
The pandemic seems further away right away now since Kate has four days off and we don’t have the daily updates from Minnesota Public Health. Monday though she goes in to fit her N95, a special mask for doctors and nurses. It needs to have an air tight seal around the nose and mouth.
Today is another day in the garden for me.
