Garage Sale

This seems to be a popular time of year for these garage sales. If you're unfamiliar with them this is how they work: you're mother is upset about all the stuff that is in your basement (stuff that she has saved for over 30 years.) She then decides that it should be taken out of the basement and put into the garage for a while. A Saturday comes along and the things from the garage are moved into the driveway and are available for strangers to purchase. Only about five things are actually sold but your mother considers the day a success because it was windy and she got to play with a kite. Then she tells you to drive the rest of the stuff to Goodwill which requires you to make two trips and they won't even take all of the stuff so she keeps asking you what to do with it. In the meantime you can't park in the garage because there is a couch in your spot, a couch that could not stay in the basement. A couch that your mother insisted on moving herself no matter how many lamps she knocked over.

Mother playing with a kite

Mother putting the kite away

Our acquaintance Kim who is neither pregnant nor punctual

I'm really glad that Mother invited her to come

This is a sales exercise that Kim has learned from her experiences as a door to door weed salesperson. (Not marijuana, actual weeds from the yard. That Kim really knows her stuff.)

Trip to IU

These are pictures from our trip to Indiana University. We stayed with our acquaintance Dan.

Typical Tuesday

It was Flannel Tuesday at high school because every Tuesday is Flannel Tuesday at high school and after high school I got my hair cut and mother went to the salon with me. While we were there she showed me all the hair products that she owns which was really boring. After we got home and ate dinner, Pops turned on "Two and a Half Men" which is his favorite show. Mother called it something like "Two Men and a Part Man" which is really silly. A commercial came on that had a guy who sounded like Barry White and Pops did his Barry White impression which means that he laid down and pretended to be dead. We watched a video of our friend Germy squealing. Pops said to stop watching it because the squealing was just too intense. Pops called me Dan quite a few times today. He says that not because he doesn't care about me, but because he's getting older and doesn't know better. We're now going to search through our things so that we can sell them this Saturday in a garaged sale. I'm not looking forward to this sale because it will require my getting up before my usual wake up time and also because I will probably have to interpret between mother and strangers as she is often confused by people she's never met.