Last year I saved everything I purged from the house. I put it in bags and bins so I could later sell it at an enormous garage sale in the spring. I kept everything on the 6′ table in the garage my husband uses for work, but only just a corner. Then a little bit more than a corner. Then, when I continued on with the project weekly, I used all of the table. After a couple of months, I used all of the table and started piling things on top.
In the spring time, around the time we were supposed to have the garage sale that would make us millionaires, we had a mild earthquake. The house was fine; a few pictures moved around on the wall. The garage, on the other hand, didn’t fair as well. Okay, it was my precariously stacked table of home goods didn’t fair as well. It all went down faster than a house of cards, which I quickly realized that week when I opened the garage to unload my latest pile of rejects. I did what anyone else would have done in my position. I tossed the new pile of rejects on top of the old pile of rejects now heaped on the floor.
And the next week, I added another pile.
And so on.
We never did have a garage sale. When my friend’s annual JDRF garage sale came around a couple of weeks ago, we donated most of it to the cause. We finally admitted that we will never have a garage sale and, even if we did, it’s not like it was going to usher us into early retirement. All that work for, what, $300? $400, tops. That’s less than the bail I would have to post after I punched someone in the throat for haggling over the price of used socks.
I argued with a man over the price of shirts the last time we had a garage sale. He wanted a ridiculous price, and when I told him so he replied that he needed the lower price to make a profit when he turned around and sold everything at the swap-meet. “This is not the Small Business Administration!” I snarled.
I packed everything up I would normally save for a garage sale. I drove to Goodwill. I gladly accepted my donation tickets for taxes, hopped in my car and didn’t give another thought to everything I left behind. It served us well, and will serve another family well, too.
We’re hoping to use our garage for parking cars one of these days–hopefully before spring.
You guys, Saturday sucked. My site was hacked again! Luckily, this time Zakary caught it before it got as bad as last time. If you google my blog name it says I’m a low cost supplier of erectile dysfunction medication. Yeah, right. I don’t give discounts! My garage sale story speaks for itself. If your willy is broken, expect to pay full price.
I’m paying to switch hosting providers and to have the damage the hackers did fixed. The site may act a little funny over the next few days during this process. I’ll keep posting and will let you know when everything is back up. (Heh.)
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