At the end of last year, I had four wheelbarrows. Now I only have one, which is probably all I need, and not for very much longer at that. 2 got left at Ye Olde House of Doome when we sold it. The new owners will almost certainly put them to good use. Ye Olde Yard of Ye Olde House of Doome needs quite a bit of work still. A third, we attempted to sell at a garage sale and failed. We ended up giving it to a couple who was selling stuff at said sale as they had want of a wheelbarrow. And now there is one.

And, yes, we took part in a garage sale this weekend. The location was the swanky suburb habitated by my brother-in-law and his wife. It was as good excuse as any to pack up a bunch of crap and cart it up north to be priced and sold. My mother-in-law decided that the amount of crap they had was insufficient and came down from the suburbs and cleaned out my garage looking for more crap. Eventually satisfied with the amount of crap, she returned. Crap from the Headache Clan turned out 3 digits in sales each day the sale was open. The other families with crap being sold also did well, but not as well.

Friday, we drove back home from a full day of hauling crap, selling crap and eating with the extended family at a chain restaurant. Once home, I played Obama's speech on patriotism from Monday and made my daughters watch it.

Saturday, I patched plaster, filled holes in a floor with wood putty, pulled up carpet strips with a wrecking bar, made bean dip from scratch and generally moped about while waiting for the delivery of two new dishwashers as part of the dual kitchen turbo rebuild. Some days my dark secrets are harder to handle than others. This day was such a day. The closest thing to a solution is just to keep moving so keep moving I did. And once showered and changed into clean clothes, I headed back up north to the swanky suburbs to celebrate my birthday that has not yet arrived.

My wife's side of the family has an unusually large number of birthdays in the summer months. Rather than having a day for each one, the extended family gets together once in June to celebrate all of the June birthdays and once in July to celebrate all of the July and August birthdays. For my part, I bought everyone a pony because, you know, everybody wants a pony for their birthday. I spent a nice portion of the evening, sprawled out on my brother-in-law's deck furniture luxuriating in the cool evening air.

And now it's only Sunday. This weekend seems like it took forever.