To Yardsale: an American expression; to describe the activity of driving around in the suburbs, and stopping at people's houses, to buy things they put out for sale.
Saturday is the prime day for yard sales, and I am going to the Salem Civic Center today, for the March of Dimes yard sale. Of course, it's not in a yard, per se, but that's alright. It rained last night and is supposed to rain again today. Not like any good hurricane ever stopped a yard sale. Sellers and shoppers alike, will be out in droves. It's summer. It's Saturday. Time to yard sale.
It is that time of year, to put out Great Aunt Sadie's mismatched decorative bathroom owl hangings, and her last pack of Depends. For .10 cents, these treasures can be yours. After all, one will need something to put out, later on in the summer, in one's own yard sale. When the clutter in the house reaches the ceiling, and several people suspiciously disappear when they enter the "craft room" it's time to hold one's own yard sale.
It's a never ending, fun, way to recycle all your stuff, and get new, to you at least, stuff.
There is one caveat: in order to get the really good stuff, one has to get up about 3 a.m., because yard sales begin at the crack of dawn, no matter the time you have planned or posted, to open. The official crack of dawn, is when people will knock on your door to see your stuff.
By 10 a.m., the whole thing winds down, and everyone takes a breather for breakfast.
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