annual

 that means, every year

And yep, it happened again this August 

Of course it started months before. We price things as soon as we decide we can part with them. So, when the time comes, the goods are ready.

So, the week of the sale begins. Sheets go up to hide the tools (and clutter) that are not for sale

This year Linda came and helped to get things going.  Not easy when you are not 6 feet tall

Then hubby gets tables from the neighbor and sets them up.

This year we have.....

just a few cookbooks I can part with

Golf balls in abundance

 A little of this a little of that

Electronic and old stuff


Garage sale day is just fun 
We seldom get together for two & 1/2 days
And we just like it
OH, and there is always the intrigue of customers

A few favorites this year:

Benjamin, lives across the street, and he  always comes over several times.  This year, he had all four wisdom teeth extracted.   He was able to swing by and find a nice cozy Stuffy ( I think it was a teddy bear)

Ofra, is another regular. But she lives in Renton.  She has lots to talk about and maybe that is why this year, she came for breakfast. Seems she had not eaten before coming and did not say no to the offer. She told my sister she had never tasted such good French toast. My sister does make very yummy" cinnamon raisin toast "   Her budget was a little smaller this year, but her interests are the same,  her family ( most in Israel) and giving tea parties at the retirement home where she works

Lady with no name, but with an agenda;  She smiled as she came down the driveway and as she began to check over the tables she said she was not familiar with  bargaining.  That however, seemed odd since she asked for a lower price on each item she wanted to purchase.  And, after we bagged up her items, she went back to a little glasses case and with a big smile, asked if she could have it free.
And that has never happened before.

Two nice young men:  they took their time, they liked Damon's shirts, they were polite and even paid a little extra.  And that has never happened before. I think they were my favorites 

I live an exciting life  

more to come

 but first...

parking and such... a great time in Ohio,  but first.

I made reservations at the airport to park.   Right at the airport it is less expensive than an Uber and my Uber friend did not get back to me so... I did it.

Wednesday morning, in plenty of time, I started down 405.   Much of the way I was saying, "I don't think I will drive myself to the airport again".    
But, hubby out of town and kids at work....

I arrive at the parking garage.   There are 5 stations to enter.  Four are green go, the 5th is " electric ticket".  Well, I have an app on my  phone, so i think that means electric ticket.

I enter the garage and with no openings on the 3 rd level I am cautious and decided to view the directions again, on my phone, with the reservations.    

OOPS.    use one of the green enter stations.  
I head down to the exit, and drive up to an exit window    A very cute little gal takes the ticket from me and tells me    I "simply"  have to leave the area and return to the airport... just head to the left and then cross over 4 lanes of traffic and return.  "You and do this".  she says.
A little nervous  ( more than a little )  I drive forward.  Thankfully there was very little traffic through those four lanes and I returned.  

I use the app and up I go.  There is no opening on the first level

Have you ever been to a parking lot ( there is one at the MOA, I saw for the first time) with lights on the ceiling between lanes.... red, spot taken,   green, an opening.   
Drove around a little and no green so I decided to go up.

Here is mistake number two.  I went down instead of up. 
I am back at the exit stations.

Not going to go through that again  ( I hope) 

  I park by the "service center"  and head toward the building. A fellow with a yellow jacket motions for me to come through the proper entry.  A very nice lady hears my story. She can tell that I am a little nervous and says "you can do this"   She tells me of a special parking area, right around the corner and I can pull into any space. 
By now I need to find a "powder room".   She motions for me to go back to the left.   Fellow in yellow jacket wants to know where are you going?   Where did you park?  You can't do that!
Nice lady explains she has given me permission to use the private restroom.
Done. 
Now fellow in yellow jacket says he will lead me to the parking spots.  Can you walk up a flight of stairs.  What? There is no elevator.  No I can't with my heavy suitcase.  Well, he says " you can do this"   ( not really, but close enough).   

A perfect pull in spot for Bella.   Fellow in yellow jacket helps pull my bags out of the car, reminds me to lock the car, and proceeds to carry my large red suitcase up two flights of stairs.

He then points me in the right direction to enter SeaTac airport terminal !
"What is your name?"   
"Frank" he says
"Thank you thank you Frank"

I head to the terminal and my trip begins.....

more to come about that, but first

My flight home landed at SeaTac at 10:45 p.m. Saturday.  I did not let myself think about that until Saturday.    I had a few ideas, but that is not a time you ask a friend, out of the blue, to come and help you.

But wait!!!  Doesn't my grand nephew Aaron work at SeaTac?   

I text his mom.
Yes, and he is there tonight until 11:30  and would be happy to come and help me.

And he did.  He and his co-worker friend Mo, came and headed to the parking garage.  At first he did not understand that I was below level one.  So we looked there first.  Then I saw the magic stairwell and he said, let's try it.   We made our way down and ... Bella was right there !!   He and Mo loaded up my bags and after hugs ( and some chocolate apples from O'Hare ) I was on my way home.

And that was that.

I do not like spending the night home alone, but I told myself.,

   If the Lord can bring to mind and provide two tall dark and handsome dudes to help me get to my car, He could also keep me safe in my own bed at home

And He did.

end of story....but my trip to Akron comes soon... 
So good, I need to give it more thought.

Also need to figure out how to bring Frank and the lovely lady a box of See's, and not get hung up in the wrong lane  ( so to speak )

Also forgot to mention that my Aaron is 6'4'  and his friend Mo is a good 6 feet, very good and maybe 200 #  

But,  "I can do this"  

I live an exciting life....no question