Moving Sale Thoughts

Whew!

Having a huge moving sale on a warm summer day is not for the wimpy.
But we survived.

Today is Day Two of our play-like-you're-American-Pickers moving sale. Day One was wild, what with hundreds of people coming in a steady stream (ten or so even returning again!). Our friend, Donna, helped Tom and me to sell tons of stuff, though we still have tons left out on our back lawn, driveway and barn.

For nine hours yesterday I worked outside though at 12:30 I drove down to our favorite mom and pop take-out where the gal behind the counter told me, "Don't forget to take your pop from the refrigerator, or wait!--you always get the bottled water, right?"

I laughed and told her, "Yes! Very good!," then walked out to the car a bit teary-eyed because oh, though I won't miss our farm, I will miss this tiny town where people know us by name as well as all our habits, too. 

Tom and I will need to frequent the same shops in our new community though it's much larger, and perhaps the shop clerks and cafe staffs will know us that way. Sow some good seeds and see what comes up--that's what I say.

So I just thought I'd check in before I dash back outside for more selling, greeting neighbors and seeing our stuff fly out of here. Toward the end we'll probably contact our local Freecycle and tell everyone to come and take what they want until 6:00 or so.

Is it bothering me to let all this stuff go? Not even. 

It's all pretty freeing. Indeed.



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I wish each of you could come to our sale! ツ


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