The sun was shining, the breeze wafted the scent of lilies-of-the-valley, and there was no threat of rain. Birds of all feather sang in the trees, and every now and then we could look out the back door and see a mallard or two gliding by on the serene lake's surface.
My brother and I felt energized. We had gotten all the tables out in record time. Not a single item had been damaged in the storage shed over the winter; everything fit on the tabletops, and there was enough new inventory to freshen up the usual offerings that had seen several sales. We voiced and affirmed our Goals: This was The Year, I said. It would be sold This Year.
At nine o'clock the gates opened and a steady stream of cars began driving through the lake community. Here and there, an Amish buggy clattered by. We chatted with customers, marveled at the lovely weather, joked about this and that, and did our best to encourage sales. Suddenly, a woman returned after having had a conversation with me about my breadmaker (marked down from $15 last year to $10 this year!). She said her husband wanted it. I walked with her to the table and helped lift it and take it to her car.
As I returned to the table, a young Amish woman was paying my brother. He glanced up at me with a careful smile, a very, very restrained grin, for in her arms rested...
MY PUNCH BOWL.
It was all I could do to control my urge to break into a simultaneous peformance of the Halleluia Chorus and an interpretive dance demonstrating my extreme elation and relief, which would have looked something like a fist-pumping, twirling, leg-kicking, spasming victim of St. Vitus' Dance trying to escape a swarm of hornets.
She looked smug and thrilled at her five-dollar bargain and walked hurriedly away,
Two other Lifer Items were sold quickly after that: the Ghostbusters sleeping bag and a set of drapes and bedskirt, both of which had been in at least 5 sales. (Never underestimate Blowout Pricing.)
I knew you'd all want to share in My Victory. It's a Dream Come True!