I drove by a garage sale sign on the way to work this morning and for some reason was reminded of my most disappointing garage sale ever. The Minnesota Jungian Society advertised a garage sale, in Northeast!
Hoo boy, think of the opportunity to rummage around in the attics and basements of a crowd of Jungians! I imagined exotic musical instruments, incense burners, tattered old books on alchemy, astrology and dreams, ribbon-tied packets of letters, bottles from old patent medicine remedies-- a treasure trove of riches.
How disappointing it was to find only ugly children's clothes, old National Geographics, and dented ping-pong balls.