An endless weekend of selling our stuff. Not the good stuff of course, just the duplicate stuff we had or didn't want. It reminds me of George Carlin's riff on stuff. People took/bought my old stuff and it's now their stuff. Not that I have more room in our house for new stuff. Just fewer boxes. Less of what my husband calls 'Early American Bekins Moving Van' decorating. There is still plenty of stuff of course and we'll need to find someone who still wants it or more accurately, is willing to take it. But we did pretty well in reducing the number of boxes. It was a pretty weekend here in Phoenix though - and all I did was sit on a chair and worked while people browsed, queried, bought our stuff. Not the best way to make $170 bucks - that amount is just over what my office charges for one hour of my time and I gave up two days to get it.
Seems silly.
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