Going Out of Business Sale

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Two weeks from today, Emily heads off for her first taste of college. Tuition, room and board, most texty-type things- all provided for. A trip's in her future for the art supplies she needs. About the only uncovered item was the program's recommendation that she be sent with "a small amount of spending money."

Ah, but as noted freshman resident advisor Bill Shakespeare once said, "there's the rub."

Emily has been talking for weeks about holding a garage sale to raise such money. Her other avenues haven't panned out: babysitting clients haven't needed babies sat, and some lovely commission artwork she's done for fellow students has fallen below expectations because they're, well, fellow students and are what Dad refers to as "judgment proof." So this was the big deal opportunity, and over the past few weeks it's gotten bigger and Bigger and BIGGER without anything really coming of it.

Last night, we all got totally verklempt because of the push to go get supplies for posters to advertise the thing for next Friday and Saturday. I'd just finished a rather intense day and have an even intenser week ahead, which I am (in fairness) beginning early in order to see both of my nieces and their kids (living and gestational) for the first time together EVER. I'm leaving for that in a few hours. Meanwhile, Eleanor's got a big push on at work connected with sponsors of the LPGA tournament that Wegmans sponsors in Rochester every June. She's doing and coordinating dozens of product demos, and weekends are the highlighted times for that. Plus, they called her in for an extra day of work on Monday (when I'll still be transiting back from Part I of my four days of travel this coming week), for a meeting on the subject of Simplification.  Use only what you need, take real good care of what you use. Simple, right?

We decided to take Danny's advice at home and called off the garage sale.

The proprietress was not pleased. She denied. She got angry. She bargained. But ultimately, she got to the final grief stage of acceptance, and while not totally giving up on the sale, she's not trying to shoehorn it into the one freakin' weekend that was (barely) okay for her but horrible for the 'rents.  It'll be after she gets home, after she's got her license, and on a date, with proper preparation, that we can all live with.

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Hasta la pasta, babies. See yas late Monday. Some of you, I hope, sooner:)

Comments

[khuckie.livejournal.com]

Send her to Okinawa. She can hold my garage sale and take anything she makes as a profit. I just want the crap gone so it doesn't have to get moved across the ocean. Of course, I'm not sure how much she'd make after you figure in the plane ticket, so maybe not the greatest idea ever.

[headbanger118.livejournal.com]

If you want to make God laugh, tell him YOUR plans. Poor Emily. Hope it all works out!