Licking my wounds

Forgive me, I know you are accustomed to seeing upbeat, happy posts here. This one's gonna be different.

I spent weeks and many hours getting ready for my garage sale yesterday. I bulldozed my basement, drawers, cabinets, closets, the shed out back, looking for things that were useful but for which I no longer have a need for. I cleaned and washed dozens of things. As anyone knows who has held a garage sale, it takes a lot of time and energy. Except for help putting up and taking down my pop-up canopy, I did everything by myself. I had a wide variety of "merchandise". . . kitchen items, books, CDs I no longer listen to, a couple of radios with CD/cassette capabilities, table linens. The list was endless. For a week prior to the sale, my living room was filled to overflowing with items ready to be put out on the driveway on the morning of the sale. I hated the cluttered condition but I dealt with it thinking I would make at least a minimal profit.

At the end of the day, I didn't even make enough money to equal the cost of the ads I ran. To say I am disappointed is an understatement.

It wasn't that I overpriced things. Many people who showed up were looking for one or two specific items. When they found I didn't have those things, they didn't bother to look at what else was there.

It wasn't the weather. Yesterday was a beautiful, mild, sunny day in Rochester.

Give me a day or two to recover from this nightmare and I'll be back on my feet again!