Garage sale

I just got in and took a friggin' shower from the first garage sale I've done. It was pretty fun... Instead of sitting inside and re-reading The Vor Game, I sat outside and re-read The Vor Game, and occasionally people came by and gave me money. I got air, I got sun, I got rid of some godawful crap... I'm sure my mom would be proud of me. I am $17 the richer, all in small unmarked bills, but the best part is, it was all money exchanged for (did I mention) Godawful Crap. I mean, who would buy an "windchime" made of bamboo hung from an unpainted angelfish the size of a dinner plate? The only reason we owned it was that the previous person who let this apartment abandoned it in the laundry room. But someone paid more than a dollar for it! Crazy ol' world.

Actually, there were a few things that I didn't think were completely horrible. The watermelon, for one. Last night I went to the store to try to get a stash of ones, and they were selling watermelon 2 for $6. I was seized by a plan of selling icy watermelon slices—like lemonade, but more portable and biodegradable and easier to keep cool. "Brilliant! It'll sell like hotcakes! Cold cakes! Whatever!" I thought.

( It didn't, quite--tips on watermelon stands )