At first I was thinking, “Empty boxes?” Because last summer when we were boxing up stuff at Command Central, we could not for the life of us find banker’s boxes in Sault Ste. Siberia but they are readily available here so, what? But no. He meant boxes of *stuff* and it’s okay, I asked him to do that. The GG spent a loverly long weekend gallivanting around The Great White North while yer fav-o-rite blahgger slaved away in the salt mines. Gaylord, Sault Ste. Siberia, the moominbeach, Petoskey, you name it. He even made an appearance at a *casino*. No he didn’t win anything. You have to spend money to win money. We are not good gamblers here.
So the room formerly known as Mouse’s bedroom now has more *stuff* in it. I walked in and the first box I looked into had two (TWO!) irons in it. Fer kee-reist sake, I bought a *new* iron a couple months ago! My old iron was shot from working with Wonder Under and I needed a nice new clean iron to press the contents of a box of old C-fam linens that was in The Landfill Dungeon collecting rodent turds, etc. (Washed and pressed and took to Houghton Lake. Enjoy.) The GG said something like, “We have enough stuff here to have a garage sale.” Okayyy…
So today, my initial reaction was reminiscent of PTSD. We had a garage sale once. It wasn’t a particularly fun experience. It was a *lot* of work and I think we made $79 dollars or something. And then. When it was over? All of the stuff that didn’t sell went straight back down into the damn dungeon. That’s not what you are supposed to do. You are supposed to donate whatever didn’t sell.
I was not in good shape for that garage sale. I had spent the night at the Planet Ann Arbor Hands On Museum with a bunch of girl scouts. I can still remember telling Shalonda and a few others to go to sleep (already) at 3:00 AM. (Wonder where Shalonda and some others are now…) Sleep for KW? Not. I didn’t even get home until about mid-morning…
So, my initial reaction today was, “NOOOOOooooooo!” In my defense, I had just arrived at home from a long day at the salt mines. But I got to thinking about it. We could just donate everything. I would be okay with that. But it might actually be fun to try a garage sale again. Maybe I’ll actually get a full night’s sleep the night before this time? Maayyyybeeee the beach urchins miiiight want to collaborate with some of their own stuff if the date is right. Just a thought.
We’re still thinking about this idea. I will be going through those boxes in detail over the next couple of months. I do *not* need another iron and those plastic containers that The Comm kept nuts and rice and other things in would probably drive me nuts. Although I got along well with them when she was still running her own kitchen with aplomb. They worked for her. They would not work for me. But I may keep some stuff and I will give right of first refusal to the grandchildren (and anybody else!).
We’ll see what I end up doing here. A garage sale could be fun. Ahem. It might provide a way to get rid of some stuffed aminals that will be difficult to just put in a donation bin somewhere… Not that I will do that any time soon.
Last photooo? Gratuitous shot of The Indefatigable (jeep wrangler) parked across the street!