Thirteen Dollars...Part I

"I'm having a yard sale on Friday and Saturday, why don't you bring some stuff up," Mom said. It sounded like a good idea at the time. I should have known better. If you have missed my previous stories regarding yard sales you can check them out here or here. I already had plans for Friday, but I took a load up Friday night so I wouldn't be rushed in the morning. In times past, the yard sales have all been held at my house. This was Mom's first time having a yard sale at her house. You see she lives way out of town, halfway up a mountain and in between two hollers where they still run shine on Friday and Saturday nights. It was really foggy Saturday morning, almost like it was raining. This moisture covered everything that we hadn't covered and kept all of the customers away until after lunch. You know Mom and I had a really good time sitting in the car, watching the dew or fog soak everything, just chatting, munching on chocolate chip cookies and wondering why in the world we decided to have another yard sale. Since the weather was supposed to be beautiful on Sunday we decided to leave all of the stuff out. You would've thought Mom was moving with the amount of stuff she had set out. It seems she has cleaned out several storage units and finally unpacked the last remaining boxes from the move back in 1985. Talk about finding stuff you didn't remember having...I found my training bra from 1979 and Mom found one of those beehive wigs that all the women wore back in the 60's. When I first saw the wig I thought it was a rat's nest until Mom plopped it on her head. We giggled like a bunch of school kids...