Six months in, I still don’t know my neighbors very well. They are all very nice people, but the reality is that I’m not home much during the week and we just haven’t made it much beyond quick hellos in passing.
But in one of these passing conversations in our adjancent driveways over the summer, my neighbor Donna and I got to talking somehow about junk in our houses and how it multiplies over time, etc. She suggested a joint garage sale and, at the time, I thought it was great. Yes, we said, let’s do that in the fall before it gets too cold out.
So Donna called me yesterday and, apparently, the time is now. As in, next weekend. I admire her ambition because, I think — at least from what she described — she is as ill-prepared as I am to get this together in a week. But it’s now or never (well, now or springtime) and next weekend is the only time we could get our schedules to align in October.
This seems like a bit more than I can deal with right now. If you saw my basement, you might cry for me. But I hate, HATE the clutter and we are hoping to refinish the basement before Christmas, so this seems to be the best motivating force we could have. Go Donna.
Donna and I agreed to see how much respective progress we could make this weekend in getting our stuff organized enough to hit the Go button. It’s going to be an interesting weekend.
I’ll fill you in after the Official Assessment of Plausibility. And with that, I’m fairly confident I’ll have an opportunity to cover one of the core yin and yang debates in my marriage: Keep vs Toss. More to come.
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