I saw the squirrel jumping its endless squirrelly jumps all over the maple tree in the front yard. It stopped, stared at us and moved on with its life and us with ours. His was playing, ours was selling. A first garage sale, you see. A great lesson in so many ways and if it sounds too righteous for some, well, that’s how it shall be.
The boys get small packages of soldiers, clowns and pirates all ready to go, dollar and a half or so a piece, but we do accept bargains we agreed. Toys purchased over the years with pleas and smiles, eyes shining and hands grabbing. See boys, all that stuff, new and all, now they’re selling for so little it’s hard not to shake your head. The wheels turn the same for most kids on this side of the world. Get toy, new, enjoy, move on to the next one, that instant jolt of pleasure that all but dies quickly. But how could it not, there’s so many toys to see and touch and grab and scream if you cannot have them… Christmas coming up, wait, my birthday list, where is it? Tsk, tsk, it’s not about that, you silly kids. The real thing that lasts should always come from inside of you, the deepest corners of sweetness get tickled when you make things happen. It’s not the opening of the box with toys. Shiny is not it, you know…