Garage sale season opened today. I went to about 8 of them this morning. No purchases but I feel the thrill of knowing that the stuff I need is out there, cheap.

Before last year I never saw the appeal of buying someone else’s crap. That was before our neighbours, Rob and Kelly, turned us on to the fact that the real currency of garage sales is kids’ stuff. They bought their son, who is just a few months older than The Captain, a sandbox, a slide, a picnic table, and a car all for a fraction of the price, at a single garage sale. After that we were hooked, and last summer we spent several Saturday mornings scoping for our own finds. Hell, we were up early anyway.

This year I am seriously on the prowl for a trike, a wagon, and a toy airplane. Any good quality girls’ clothes I can find would be a bonus. And it’s all out there, somewhere! I will find you! Stay alive, no matter what occurs!

One drawback of garage sale season, though, is that the line at the Tim’s drive through is prohibitively long. Made-at-home coffee just isn’t the same.