DailySusan Humor Blog

BASKET CASE

Two weekends in a row with a garage sale at our house have left me worn out, and I didn’t even do the work. Our two older daughters are now broken in to this all-American art. They said they had fun, but they’re beat, too.

Their favorite part was when little kids would come up with a 25-cent item and fumble around with a coin purse or dig deep into their jeans pockets for an agonizing few seconds, ‘til they came up with the quarter. They’d complete the purchase and stride off proudly, holding their prize like an Oscar. Making your child use his or her own money to buy something special but cheap at a garage sale is a great lesson in economics and capitalism. Those parents are smart.

My favorite customer was the little boy across the street, Caleb. I thought it was a little odd that he was inspecting the baskets we set out. He bought a sturdy one with a tall handle. Then his mother told me why:

Our basket is now his “elevator” at the treehouse at his summer cabin in northwest Missouri. It’s on one end of a rope pulley, and Caleb’s on the other. All weekend, it transported hot dogs and cans of pop up to Caleb, king of all he surveyed from his treehouse lair.

That’s an all-American childhood . . . with style.

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Prayer request: Thank You, Father, for the safe return of the man of the house after a week in Beaumont, Texas, where our daughter’s softball team came in around 25th place at Nationals. He withstood a week of sizzling humidity, boring nights in a motel room, and teenage chatter and antics . . . but as always, he wanted to be there in support of Eden and her teammates. Thank You, too, for the safe transport of Eden, all by herself, all the way to San Juan, Puerto Rico, for a long-awaited Caribbean cruise with her grandmother and beloved cousin. Oh, the places they’ll see! What a wonderful husband and father You have given me and my daughters. What a wonderful mother and grandmother we have. And what a wonderful world You are sharing with us, Lord. (Psalm 50:12)