Yard Sale

We had our annual, clear out the junk, yard sale on Saturday. People stop by looking for their treasure and we are happy to be rid of it. Unlike many garage sales in the city, a yard sale is kind of like a social event. I do not mean that the neighbors all come by, what I mean is, that it is a chance for people you have never met, to come by and stay awhile. Only a very few look around, say a few pleasantries, maybe buy something and then leave. Most of these strangers stay awhile! One couple came up, bought a few items, then talked to us for half an hour. Wanted to know if we were interested in buying a couple of Jennys (female donkeys), they were friendly (the donkeys) and maybe broke to drive. No? Then they admired our cabin, to which my husband took them on a tour. We gave them the number of the Mennonite manufacturer, before they left.
Later that day a man pulled up, looked around and then asked if we had any VCR movies. We sold him five. He proceeded to tell us that, where he and his wife lived, they only got 2 channels on TV, so he ran around buying up old movies to watch. One comment led to another, then the subject was on woodworking. He said that this was his hobby. My other half said, he used to like to do some woodworking himself, but could never keep the tools sharp. It was easy, this man stated. If we would like, he could show us how to sharpen the tools. He wanted to start a club down in Harrison County and wait a minute, he had a piece of his work in the truck. He brought it to us. It was an exquisite Yellow Throated Warbler sitting on a reed. His hobby was more like art and I said as much. He was humble, saying he never knew what to charge, so he never sold anything. Just showed them at a local lake's visitor center.
When he left, my husband looked at me and said, " I thought he meant whittling!".