yard sales, moving, etc.

We (read: me, Rebecca as well as the iron belly muses company stock) got rid of everything.

Saturday, Rebecca and I only had our personal stuff out. The most frustrating thing was not taking personally people’s cruising — when people slow down, survey your wares and then speed away, making one (that’s me) feel that one’s (that’s mine) stuff wasn’t worth even stopping to look at.

After the fifth or sixth time, I was mostly over it. Mostly.

The price tag on an item vs. my desire not to carry said item up a zig- zagged flight of stairs often resulted in large bargains for various and assorted people. Price tag on nine foot long (with built-in end table) naugahyde brown-gold sofa $250. My desire not to carry said sofa came out to $100. Which puts $150 in my pocket.

Things that easily sold: my 6-cassette package To Learn Ukranian, my laserdisc player with four movies (The Crow, The New Order Story, etc.), Rebecca’s old scanner (optimized for Windows 98), an old orange shirt that I don’t feel comfortable wearing since moving to a town whose University color is burnt orange (and white). Two things that did not sell easily: my 1960’s jiggler exercise machine — for $20, what a bargain — and my 1999 copy of The Writer’s Market.

We made some money. Lessened our moving load significantly. All in all, a success.