Yard sales and helping a neighbor in need

Yard sales and helping

a neighbor in need

Yard sales are very popular in this town. There is something about all that since I’ve been here that perks my interest. Often-times I purchase something, if it is a need or not so much, just to help out the seller.

We downsized a couple of years ago. Our friends at Pell’s Auction Co. did such a fine job selling things. The resale inventory here has become fairly low.

Friday, Lynda, our neighbor, placed her garage sale sign beside her mailbox. The extra money comes in handy and supplements the handicapped maiden lady’s income. Her first sale of the year did well, customers came all day. We were happy for her as we observed folks loading their vehicles with their newly found treasures. Caring town folks keep her inventory plentiful by donating to her cause. Things were going well, but, unfortunately, the rains came and it poured before closing time.

Saturday, more rain and windy conditions messed up another setup for her. The driveway cleared except for the pair of Canadian geese that hang out and feed at her house. I saw they were excited about something when I looked out to see if the flag was down on Lynda’s mailbox. She posts everyday. When I see the flag down, it tells me it is time to bring in the mail. The flag was still up and Lynda was down lying very still on her stomach on the cement driveway. Her up-turned walker and her slippers were a short distance away. I told Paul and we shot out of the door to help her. At the same time, her new neighbor on the other side of the home pulled into his driveway and met up with us. She claimed the fall did not hurt her. We helped her up and walked her to the house and suggested she should be checked out. She did not agree to any such help.

I felt so sorry for her. She thanked me and even offered up a tight hug. Then before she unwrapped her arm, she looked me in the eye and asked, with a strong delivery, “Did you call the police on me for having too many yard sales?” I looked her in the eyes, just like my dad taught me to do many years ago. In no way I was guilty of calling the law on her or anyone for having a garage sale. I do think as I left her she knew she had the cuffs on the wrong person. We are just glad she is doing fine. In fact, I saw her today and she grinned from ear to ear and waved. I returned the gestures and returned to my buddy and his side-kick and the safe-haven, a home of few complaints or accusations. Besides, I earned my truth badge many years ago when Dad held court and I won the case.

I must go now as we will spend several hours tomorrow at the VA. Paul will have more tests then and on Friday.

I can be reached by phone at 317-286-7352 or drop me a line to 649 South Grant Street, Brownsburg, IN., 46112.