You spend a week or more sorting out stuff that you're sure will sell. You put an advert in the local paper (so you can't wrangle out of having it).
The night before the garage sale, you sort and price as much of the stuff as you can, then decide that nothing can be put out ready, as by the time it is 8pm, the cold night air has told you that there is going to be a frost and that would dampen and damage much of the stuff. So, you blow up (display) balloons and put the finishing touches on the signs you have made to put around town.
When the morning of the sale arrives, you discover that the temperature is minus 2 deg and there is frost and ice on everything outside.
You've just started to eat a quick breakfast at 7am, when your friend arrives to help and to 'sus out' any bargains. Wearing five layers of clothing you carry all the sale items out into the frosty air. This takes over an hour as tables have to be arranged and then cloths for the tables have to be found as anywhere else is far too wet to place anything.
You grab the 'float' of money to be used for change and await the customers. Your helpful friend has brought her own insulated mug of coffee, so she's ok. She even has time to smoke a cigarette!
Eventually the local residents (& some strangers) come to buy - or have a 'sticky beak' at what's for sale. Sales are slow at first, but pick up a bit as the sun warms up the day a little. As many of the customers are well known to you, you end up giving quite a lot away, or reducing the prices dramatically. Ah,well, that's as it should be.
After 4 hours we 'close up shop', stagger inside, eat quite a bit of chocolate and then go out again to sort and tidy up what is left.
The grand total olf our takings = $520:85. Was it worth it? Maybe! But I am ready for bed and it's still only late afternoon!