Nailcare Provider

October 5, 2013

 

The long-haired flowery skirted buyer requests a discount claiming she is a starving artist. The items she chose from the limited stock at the sale were nothing significantly valuable, save the 1930’s magazine rack. Since it was the end of the last day of our Downsizing Sale, I relented and wrapped the pile of items for her to take home. The purchaser also happens to be the last person to provide a massage for the client’s mother, as she lay dying in the hospital bed in the living room, just ten feet away from my chair. It was no small effort on her part to clip and file down said mom’s nails on her sensitive feet and hands. I admire and respect the women (have yet to observe a man in this manicure/pedicure capacity) who are willing and capable at managing this particularly nasty job without the slightest sneer of disgust on their face. With that in mind, I probably would have given her “the farm” and be done with my unbalanced ledger. I cannot assume to be offering-up that kind of generosity anytime soon. Off went the magazine rack and plastic bagfuls of unreasonably dusty items.

The remaining household goods are selected for donation at the FREE STORE and remaining two bins of valuables are to be stored once again inside the house. It was a valuable project for me, 50 hours of sorting, cleaning, posting, creatively displaying and bargaining for sanity in the crazy world of yard/garage/estate sales.