The garage sale. An amazingly exhausting event. I watched over things that I wanted out of the house, but felt like they had too much value to just give them away. Through the drizzly, rainy, forty degree day, these items started to acquire either a lustre of attractiveness or a tarnish of dislike. Some things could maybe still be useful. Some thing should be simply given away.
But in the end, I'm sending things to the orphanage. I'm sending stuff away that I had once welcomed into my home. I'm sending away things that I had wooed with money and shopping bags. Oh dear me. Every now and then something makes its way up the stairs, back into the pile of things I want to keep.
Maybe next year I'll be able to put it in the garage sale. Maybe next year I'll be as hard-hearted as I have been trying to be. Maybe next year hell will freeze over.
Posted by dotty at October 4, 2003 10:17 PM