The sign reads:
YARD SALE!
Sat. June 4
8:30 – noon
[our addy]
Books! And years worth of accumulated stuff.
Sarah and I typed it out this morning. It’s printed on orange paper and has been taped to several poles at major cross streets in our neighborhood. I almost added: “The wife has gone crazy and is clearing out my stuff” but I rarely refer to myself in third person. I didn’t want to quote Mark unfairly. Besides, our neighbors might think we’re crazy. As if they don’t already. Ha!
These last few days I’ve been hauling/sorting/pricing/cleaning countless items… some of which has been in boxes for years. There is a ton of it. I will be so glad to see it all go. If it doesn’t sell it’s going to charity. The proclamation has been made: if it doesn’t sell it’s not coming back into the house. Ever.
Mark has observed that I’m pricing things too low. It’s intentionally priced to sell. I already pity the person who tries to bargain with me. I hold my ground, unless what I’m selling is utter crep.
Speaking of which… embarrassing confession: we replaced our toaster oven a few months ago. The old toaster oven was shunted into the basement CRUMBS AND ALL. It took me 10 minutes to shake out the crumbs and scrape out the interior. And it’s still not totally clean. I just gave up. It’s selling for a dollar. Extra crumbs are included for free.
Yard sales reveal embarrassing things about us all, don’t they? Oh man… wish us luck!
