Not Dealing In Quarters.

Courtyard. Look a little different since I took this picture. We have moved some things around. Tried to block out the oppressive sun.

Another sale! Table of wares.

This washing machine (or one very much like it) has been in every single garage sale we have had. Over the years the price has plummeted inversely proportional to the rate of inflation or something. I'm surprised someone hasn't just scooped up this latest machine.

Everyone talks about this machine, and their memories of getting their hands stuck in the ringer. It really does get tarsome. My mailman bought the box of jars on the right which I thought was weak since I only wanted one jar. One single jar, and it was snatched out from under me before I could say "Wait!" That is the trick with garage saleing, however, if you see something you want you need to grab it. Because these people are vultures.

The whole street was full of garage sales. I picked up some books on the Royal Family. All from the same lady. Fresh! But nothing else really screamed out for me. Spent hardly no time at Pride since I was at this stupid office assisting someone with their nervous breakdown. It was odious.

Not sure if you saw the Yankees sweep the Mets, but I did off and on, and I think I'm going to have to go back on my original assessment of Chompers (Mark Texeira). Slightly go back. He may not be entirely unfortunate. Deliberations regarding Nick Swisher are ongoing and heated.