First day of prep brings 2 flat bed trailers, 2 port-a-potties, some trash cans and the 'office'. This was a day of seeking out a purpose and for Calvin to get a plan in his head of the auction order. He saved the tractor and jeep until about 1:30… they were big draws and so people will stick around for the smaller stuff being sold in the morning. We had 4 plastic patio chairs and he waited until folks were good and hot and would think a chair 'mighty fine' and be willing to pay for them.
Small items are sold in flats. Like items are gathered together, but often with some little 'treat' thrown in.
Why is it exhausting to do nothing? After all, the day of the auction we just observed, talked to folks, showed the house, drank gallons of water, were ever grateful for sun and not the predicted thunder showers, and danced the emotional turmoil of being witness to other people's idea of the value of our life. Maybe that's why some people don't do it while they are still alive and let their kids handle it after they have died.
It was actually astounding how many people 'cried' for us, figuratively speaking. Honestly though, we are OK with it. Yes, we each had pieces of ourselves sell for next to nothing, but we also carry with us the reason for it all, to have a clear path for Russ. We can do this.
Your bid wins the item? If it is small and you can carry it, go get it right away and start your little pile of treasure. If it is large or awkward you wait. The shop yard was a crazy scene of large pic-ups and trailers at the end of the sale as they maneuvered around one another. Dodge cars grown-up style!
And as the yard emptied the clouds came… Heaton luck prevails.