talk about it more

a virtual baby book

When she was two, Fiona regularly said "Talk about it more!" to express her desire to know more about whatever we were discussing.

Friday, September 07, 2007

Rain, rain, go away

Come again another day, but please not tomorrow! We'd at least like a GHOST of a chance to sell some stuff at our advertised yard sale! Fiona is at Grandma and Toot Toot's, and Ian and I got up at 4:30 to set up since we feared overnight rain and couldn't do a lot outside the night before. The forecast had called for a slight chance of showers today but much more likelihood of rain on Saturday, so our plan was to sell as much as possible on the cheap early today, then haul what we could into the garage and punt. Even Nora was game.

Well, the forecast changed in a hurry. We had two browsers and one buyer-- our next door neighbor who wouldn't take "free" for an answer after awhile-- and a little after 8:00 a.m. the sky opened up. There was enough wind to blow our carefully prepared plastic table covers off, so we had to hustle to get as much as possible into the house or the garage. None of the three of us could've gotten wetter. Nora stood in the pouring rain with palms up, puzzled. The upside there is that it did cut down on the mosquitoes for a bit!

Now we're taking a little time to regroup before trying to figure out what happens next. The only thing we're certain of right now is rain.


At 10:28 AM, Blogger Teresa said...

I thought of you this morning while I was listening to the rain. Yard sales and rain.. probably mentioned in one of Murphy's laws.


Post a Comment

<< Home