Week 1 - in the end, a bust, the Good Samaritan Rummage Sale (an hour and a half in line) good only for a handful of neckties, I needed, wanted nothing else.
No watches, jewelry, other treasures, and the searching wore thin at 40 minutes, grew claustrophobic, had to leave.
From here to St. Lukes, but at 9:50 they were already heavily picked. Nothing worth having.
Week 2
Blizzarding outside. A few on my list, Holy Name Church up by my old house, Scarboro Church, another in the deep south.
Holy name, half an hour early, one of the first few through the door. I'm not with it, out of practice, notice others with my finds, dealer with Ukelele, dealer with painted Jesus on Ostrich Egg. I find a china cup, sleeping bags, (my first dash at the moment camping gear), nothing I really want or need.
2nd sale, Scarboro, a misprint on Kijiji apparently, there is no sale here today. It's not just me, I run into others showing up as confused as I. Perhaps the Hillhurst Dealers running interference?
Then the thrift shop, pair of antique candlesticks, a toonie. The find of the day, and the first pair of antique candlesticks in a long time.
That's the garage saling the past two weeks. Had I known I would have slept in.