Every year around this time: the Great Glebe Garage Sale. A huge number of households sell their... stuff. Kids sell lemonade and cookies. There are street singers and house musicians. Stores have sidewalk sales. Dog-owners are taken for walks, browsing, while tail-wagging pooches sniff.
Most years I wonder and buy treasures, and remark on the extreme ugliness of other people's unwanted lamps and souvenirs of Acapulco. Last year I couldn't wander because of my broken ankle, so I sat and sold my own stuff. This year... I had a wonderful time.
Prize for the ugliest item this year: A pink glass lamp with light bulbs in the interior, sha;ed like old running shoes.
Overheard conversations:
Man: Here's a book by Lois McMaster Bujold. I've heard of her.As I was paying for my purchase (two Dick Francis novels and an Andre Norton for a friend) I asked the seller where he got all the books. He said he had a friend with an online bookstore who had donated them. Turns out it was a good cause - The Company of Fools, a local group who does Shakespeare in parks throughout the city in the summer. They are very, very good. They're doing my favourite Shakespeare comedy this summer: Much Ado About Nothing.
Woman: Buy it! All her books are good. All of them.
Man: Doesn't she write the Miles, um...
Other friend: Yes, the Miles books.
( Wandering Third Avenue )( String Quartet on Fifth Avenue )( A Violinist on Third Avenue )( Crossing the schoolyard, to all the people selling on Fourth Avenue )( Browsing Third Avenue, with Yellow Balloons )Other overheard snatches of conversation:
- Girl: I guarantee, I can vomit on demand any time. No problem. [I wondered how often she gets the request.]
- A father: Okay, I've sold you to this woman, Janey. You're a slave now.
Janey (with great dignity): I don't want to be a slave. - Man: So you wanted to be a superhero?
Other man: Well, no, I, um... Yeah, a superhero.
( My swag... )
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