Today we went to a second hand book sale. We thought it would be fun.
Now, we are a family with an overdeveloped sense of stinginess, and spending is rare. In fact, when we go to a book sale/op shop (thrift-store), we don’t look at the book section for stuff to read ourselves, but for books that will sell as Sonlight. Very occasionally we’ll find a book that we want, but usually we sell them on the Aussie Homeschool Website for a profit. Hey! It really does make money (50 cent book, sell it for a dollar, 100% profit… We only charge what they’re worth, and the opshops could have charged more…we pay them, so we’re not ripping them off.)
So today, we had no idea what we’d find. Sonlight books to sell, hopefully.
Try finding the sale before you plan everything you’re going to buy…
It was to be held at the Trinity College Catholic School. So we get there, along with a large crowd of people, all headed to this book sale. We follow like sheep on a giant game of follow the leader. In through a pool gate, past the enormous swimming pool, out through the pool gate, while the people waiting for swimming lesson classes are surveying us. (Where do they think they’re going…?) Then all the way back out, because someone finally breaks the news that it is, in fact, not in this part of the school, but across the street and down the road. (Don’t ask me how one school can be on two properties at once…)
So! We finally arrive, and mayhem! There are a million gazillion people all surrounding the edges of a batch of badly organized tables. Elbows out, shove your way through! (Reminded me of being in China–survival of the fittest. Honestly, these were almost the Hunger Games over books.)
Operation Search for Sonlight Books!
Two tables of kids books. We searched them and in moments had picked them clean of Sonlight books. Or just plain selling books (Trixie Belden’s and Billabong’s get a pretty good price on eBay.) And we even found a book (a book) to keep. Judy and Punch, by Ethel Turner. Behind the scenes sort of thing to Seven Little Australians, which is a superbly excellent book. One of the best classics. Kind of like Anne of Green Gables, in the respect that the kids are so un-perfect it’s great fun to read about them.
Eventually I found more books under the big kids-fiction table, so under I crawled to peruse those books. Found a few more, and some educational books which Mum was delighted to see (she plans to sell them for $10, when we found them for $2. Nice profit!) Of course, it was awkward to get out from under the table, when a dozen people’s legs surround you from every side, and eventually you find an opening, crawl right over a box of picture books, and look straight up into the faces of a bunch of books sale supervisors… Makes you feel a little odd. Still, better organizing calls for people to put the books on tables and not under them. (Odd thought.)
We got home, all fingers and limbs in tact, surviving the book crush (which is what happens when people in wet far-north-NSW get cabin fever–they go to the book sales.)
(In case you’re wondering, this is not a Stream, and I didn’t write it in five minutes, as would be all most physically impossible, unless I could type at 105 words per minute, which I can’t, not even close, because our typing program gave up the ghost, and the replacement disagreed with my computer. I’m more like 30 words per minute. Actually, I’m not sure. I’m just guessing. I press backspace an awful lot, but I can type pretty fast when I know what I’m writing. Anyway, this is rather off the topic of books, so I will stop rambling about now.)
That was our day’s adventure: a Book Sale.