A sewing project took up most of my morning. I didn't get out for my exercise walk until mid-afternoon. Making my usual loop, I happened upon a garage sale. Now I have three big boxes of unwanted stuff in our garage. I am adding to the pile gradually and will haul it off to the Clutter Barn next weekend. I wasn't looking for a yard sale, but I guess that one rogue warm day got everyone in the mood for cleaning out.
It was right there on my usual route, cheery yellow signs inviting me to stop by just to look. "Just to look," that's what my head was saying as my feet carried me right on down the driveway. I was out for my exercise walk; I didn't even have money with me. How much more "just looking" can you get than that?