Ready to open

Ready to open

We are reporting the results of the yard sale, which finished on Saturday. We’re a little late, but that’s because we’re still recovering from being on-duty and in the sun for two days during the sale itself, and a bit worn out from the time and work invested in getting to that point. A lot of lessons learned, but also many points of pleasure.

Some observations: we were able to make a good number of folks happy when they bought things that we no longer need. We were able to let go of dishes, tools, linens, things for the garden, and even some plain old iron stakes that have either lingered in our basement and garage since our move here more than eight years ago, or were bought and no longer needed. We are relieved, and would recommend that others contemplate doing the same. But we still have items that we’re prepared to pass on, but were not snapped up. Furniture seems like a particular drag on the market.

No one wanted Pop's old cradle, circa 1904

No one wanted Pop’s old cradle, circa 1870’s.

Maybe other folks are as full up as we are. What next? Well, some will go on Craig’s List or possibly be donated.

In the case of a few items that we steeled ourselves to let go,  we’ll be asking ourselves if we really meant it. That English rya rug from the 1970s is really pretty attractive even now. Maybe that small easy chair can be re-upholstered and used in our next place.

At the last minute, Ray pulled Bunrab and Mr. Sneggles, his creations, out of the sale

At the last minute, Ray pulled Bunrab and Mr. Sneggles, his creations, out of the sale

Money is not a factor in a yard sale. It is a question of deciding what matters and what is needed and what we should let go of. Seeing others appreciate the things that we have harbored for untold years makes us happy. We were delighted to have them claimed.

Apart from the sentiments that accompanied putting our “stuff” out there for all the world to see, we were delighted by the opportunity to engage with the folks who stopped by. So many stories, so many connections. Neighbors dropped by to share with us their time on the Bluff, their recollections of our house being built, and how much history we all share. We hadn’t realized that a yard sale can be such a pleasant social occasion.

This last observation is a true departure from previous yard sales that we and our family members held in years past in Virginia. Collectively, back in those days, we all finally agreed that the effort was not worth it, but not because of the financial results. Mostly, it had to do with prospective customers offering insulting prices and being brusque and feeling somehow entitled to take away our dish, toy, tool, whatever at the price of twenty-five cents.

We’ll keep you advised of how we deal with the remaining stuff.








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