The zen of stuff
We are participating in a garage sale today and tomorrow, and it’s been interesting. In the morning you get all the people who look like they are searching for a Van Gogh hidden among our clothes. They glance at the stuff and sniff or if they are feeling sorry for us tell us they like our house/barn/dog/tree before they walk away. They do an awesome job making you look at the detritus of your life and think “wow, I bought a lot of crap!” and then you consider dropping the prices even though you have only been out there for an hour. But you stand firm, after all none of them even made an offer let alone bought anything. Then around mid-day the neighbors start showing up. They ask how your dog is doing (he died a month ago) then comment on how big Jaryth is getting and how they see us walking every day. I think most of our neighbors know us by sight, but we only know the one or two who come out. It’s bizarre to be greeted by people who comment on how big Jaryth is, and they are complete strangers to you. It’s 3pm now and we’ve done pretty well. Most of the big baby things are gone. One monitor sold. And some jewelry. The computers will have to go to Costco, I suspect. And the baby toys and clothes to charity. But we still have one more day!