You will find the listing on Craigs list. A few of the many items now occupying our two car garage. There is barely room to move. We wonder where the Hell did all this stuff come from?
Some of it is his.
Some is mine.
Stuff in the basement came from before there was a 'we'.
It traveled thousands of miles to get there.
Hard to give away. Harder yet to sell. But it is time for us to make some space and take the load off of the kids who will undoubtedly hire a dumpster and throw it all away...
When we can no longer
Make decisisons...about our stuff.
LISTING:
The Gund Bear I bought when Claudetted died. (best friend)
The tennis racquet my husband used when he ruptured his Achilles tendon. The Toys we bought for the grand kids. Mostly Mickey. Bags of little metal cars. My collection of international shopping bags. From Hong Kong to Ireland and the Christmas theme bags from Bloomingdales.
Boxes of dishes for .25 cents and English Bone china Toast and Tea sets for $10.00 each. Tupper ware, silverware, and bakeware.
The bundt cake pan with chocolate crumbs. Not used in decades.
Corning ware, foot ware and ski ware.
Rocking chairs and upholstered chairs.
High stool and low table.
Everything is good condition. No Junk!
At 8 Am on Saturday morning we will be selling stuff along with memories of days when life had a different emphasis. When grandkids were young, when we were agile, when prior spouse were alive and well, when we did not know each other.
If you are in the neighborhood come by. Stay for some wine.
* *political posters on the wall were stolen by me
from roadsides and traffic islands. There is a technique to this
Let me tell you...it is not for the faint at heart. :)


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You'll get the family discount.
yes...i am that stupid
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Bon chance!
R
On the posters... How you do that Ande Bliss?
I can't get organized enough for a yard sale.
JUST KIDDING although I really do like the rocking chair.
Good luck with your garage sale!
5. If I am spotted...husband drives off and leaves me there. 6. Play old lady card..."Ohhhhh...I didn't know you can't do that....I'm from the campaign and was going to replace it with a better one//smile.
Then run.
r.
I worked for a woman who was 103 when she died. She had stuff in drawers and closets and boxes and trunks and storage and it was all just stuff when she wasn't around to play with it all. I say, best to live closer to the bone! /R
"
When we can no longer
Make decisisons...about our stuff."
Are you at that point?
you sure seem to write good for someone about to lose their will.
The high stool and the low table appeal to me.