That's Life

This goes under the heading "One step forward and two back."  I was at Deanna's last week. On top of her regular job, volunteering at church, getting the twins ready for first grade and coordinating the fall soccer schedules for teams and coaches, she decided it was time for a yard sale. (Nathan was out of town lecturing).  Two weeks of cleaning kids' rooms, basement and garage and up at 5 am to set everything out, but it seemed worth it.  She was able to sell almost everything, had some nice chats with neighbors, Izzy had fun selling lemonade and cookies, and they took the few boxes of leftovers to a local charity at the end of the day.  Deanna came home exhausted, but relieved it was over and the clutter was cleared.  Until, that is, she pulled into the driveway and got a surprise.  Someone else had cleaned out too, but instead of having a yard sale, they decided the Petula twins were the right age to enjoy the toys and books they no longer needed and dropped them all off at Deanna's.  The kids were delighted by their good fortune, Deanna not so much.