Rich, Kandi, LJ and I on the cruise to panama |
LJ took a trip to Sacramento with the neighbors trailer. It was full of outside tools and garage stuff for Jeff. I packed up a lot of my collectibles and memorabilia. LJ asked what could possibly be that important I have to save it. So I showed him the flattened cowboy hat from my time showing horses as a child. And my 4H trophy and basketball trophy, along with my Camp Fire Girls vest with the beads I earned (I was seven and apparently not very good at it judging by the number of beads). I also have letters from my long deceased grandmother and others. And, of course, being the sentimental fool I am, there is so much more. Fortunately it all fits in one box. I even had a couple things that belonged to him, including cufflinks and a pen set given to him personally by then governor Ronald Reagan. So being a smart ass, I asked if he wanted those in the "out it goes" pile. Judging by the look on his face I'm guessing that would be a no..keeping it.
So I'm thinking he gets it now. He rented a small climate controlled storage place for the things we are keeping. It was fairly cheap, a very clean place, and we agreed to revisit this at the end of our first year. I can only keep what fits in the unit. Shouldn't be a problem. Better I think to hold on to important irreplaceable things than regret it later.
Since the house is actually on the market later this week, we started purging the clutter. There is so much stuff set aside for the garage sale. Thank goodness he cleared out the garage making room for sale boxes. The entire one car side of the three car garage is garage sale central. The timing is off, though. Our neighborhood does a community garage sale that is heavily advertised with a lot of traffic. It's in June. If the house sells quickly, no problem. Everything we have will be out there. But if it doesn't, then a lot of nice stuff will just be donated. We can't undecorate the house and expect top dollar our real estate friend tells us! With any luck our abode will be in escrow just before garage sale day. Fingers crossed.




Next...the kitchen. OMG I dread the kitchen. That's tomorrow. Oh yippee! That will be a story in and of itself. I'm starting to think I'm either a pack rat or a hoarder, albeit a well organized and neat one lol.
But I'm keeping my eye on the prize. And so far, as each section gets done I feel more and more free. Tired. Cranky. But free. I get more and more excited each day. I didn't realize how much the accumulation of "things" can weigh you down or just how freeing mentally and even physically letting things go can be. This is a good thing. Better than therapy!
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