Walk on By

The long month of March is just about over.

For many folks in this north land, this is usually a welcome thing. The coming of April doesn’t mean instant change (usually), but it has meant a softer side to being outdoors: lighter jackets, shoes rather than boots, more daylight in general.

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And more sightings of little sales. Rummage sales, garage sales, estate sales… The “stuff” comes out from hiding in dank basements, airy attics and overstuffed garages. Treadmills, furniture, books, antique ashtrays, Smurf glasses.

We like “things” in our household. Shiny things, old things, funny things, random things… and this is a problem because our house is not huge and it starts to add up. Our toyroom has too many toys – enough to make it difficult to concentrate on one thing for a good amount of play. Our basement has some relics and other various items that will never get used, just shifted from corner to corner. At this time the kitchen has no room for another unique blender or sandwich maker.

So, in the upcoming weeks – through mid-May at least, I must listen to the words sung by Dionne Warwick: a resounding “Walk on By”… that yard sale with all the sweet Super Nintendo games. “Walk on By” that garage sale with the neon beer signs. “Walk on By” that rummage sale with the vintage Bacharach albums…

Just walk on by. Don’t stop.

Just walk on by. Don’t stop.