One man’s junk is another man’s treasure. Oh please let it be true!
We spent all day Thursday pricing and organizing our stuff for the city wide garage sale we swore we’d never had. As we were going through our boxes I couldn’t help but wonder why I kept half the stuff I did. Do I really need my Bride and Groom wine glasses to remember I got married? And is anyone else going to want them? (God, I hope so…)
And the mismatched silver ware? The old, heavy snack plates? Albums of Boston and Kenny Rogers and Hall & Oates? Marbles? Legos? Not to mention all the knick knacks. Surely somebody will treasure them.
Thinking people would be coming by about 8 AM on Friday morning, Hubby put out the signs at 7. By the time he got back, they were knocking at the door! I, having just gotten out of the shower, manned the garage while he finished setting things up. Within minutes we had sold a good portion of our junk. These people are serious!
In fact, we sold so much today, I don’t think we’ll open tomorrow. What’s left isn’t really worth people’s time. Some lucky thrift store will be the benefactor, and we’re thrilled to have a bit less to pack up the next time we move. Was it worth it? Yes. Will we do it again? Ummm… no. Oh who am I kidding. Probably so, but not any time soon.
In other news, with the turning of the calendar to October, we had a turn in weather. It’s suddenly freezing cold with blustery winds and gray skies. We went from 85 to 55 in one day. I’M NOT READY!
And to add to the torture, my oldest son, Link, turned 22 on the first. I’M NOT READY! How is it possible that the sweet little boy who used to hang on to my leg with one hand and his “duckie” in the other, is now a young man, totally independent, and big enough for ME to hang on to HIS leg. Maybe tough for me to accept, but I couldn’t be prouder of him.
And now I’m off to
drown my sorrows celebrate with candy corn and peanuts. ‘cuz October isn’t just about Link. I get to turn a whole year older too!