Yesterday I came to realize that I've been having such a
difficult time of things lately because I've got two of the
greatest stressors happening at once — being between jobs
at the same time as packing up my home.
I received a visit from a friend yesterday afternoon. An
accomplished business man, he offered the observation that
I'm doing everything right regarding my approach to the job
search. It was kind of him to comment.
Meanwhile, the house is looking increasingly maked.
We held a garage sale this weekend to lighten the load a little
in preparation for the move. Well, when I say "we," I actually
mean our cleaning person, whom I'll call "Bill." The garage sale
was his idea — something he wanted to do for a while, so we agreed
to contribute our driveway and items that he could sell, and we'd
split the proceeds with him.
On Friday evening, his sister arrived to help with the set-up.
We'd met her before, but we'd never seen her wearing a sidearm.
It made me very uncomfortable. Also, among the items Bill
contributed for the sale was a stripper pole. I spent Friday
night awake for a while, wondering what I'd just invited to
our neighborhood, and how much apologizing I'd have to do
to my neighbors for the show in our driveway.
People were arriving an hour before the sale opened on
Saturday morning. I overheard many asking "Bill" if he was
the homeowner — the "sold" sign remains in the front yard.
As weird as this is, it seems to be working. Bill texts us
when customers have questions about our contributions, and is
keeping a record of the prices we're asking for.
I was just outside, and saw the stripper pole against the
fence. Apparently Laurel and I are the subject of much conversation
among the sale visitors. Because I need that right now.
UPDATE: The stripper pole never sold.
UPDATE: 9/18 - I have to take that back. Yesterday evening,
slight man knocked at my door and asked if the
stripper pole had sold. To my knowledge, "Bill" had loaded up
his leftover things and had already hauled them back to
his storage unit, so I put the man in contact with "Bill" to
sort out their transaction. This morning, after running kiddo
to school, I thought I'd put my car back in the garage — and
lo and behold, that stoopy stripper pole was STILL HERE.
UPDATE: 9/28 - I put that pole in a neighbors' garage. *guffaw*
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