A quick and easy summary, really. What a load of bollocks!
Missing buses as regularly as some others catch them I make it to the first garage sale 1 minute before they open - The Wild Rose United Church, on 1st St NW and 12 Ave....which is OK, as it's not a well attended one, and there are very few people in line.
I get some buttons. And my eagerness to escape and look for greener pastures is matched only by the eagerness of a fingerless volunteer charged with tying up and securing my purchase so everyone can see that I paid...time is passing. There's no time for this.
Moving on, the next garage sale the yearly one for the Mustard Seed on Memorial Drive... a brisk walk down the hill, past the panting joggers coming up the staircase, then on along Memorial...they're still organizing....I'm in luck, there's a jewelry table and they're still unpacking and sorting, a young boy is there trying to buy some cheap tin earrings for his mom on Mother's day but he wants to be certain they're white gold first, the volunteer laughs....
A few broken bits and bobs, Mixed media art pieces to be added to the growing piles of mixed media in the cupboards, an old Oak index file case, $20.00, they're calling it an antique but I know that we'll all soon be abandoning our computers and looking for old oak index index filing cases, ... then home.
Futile attempts at napping.
All in all, I would have been better off sleeping in.