1/3 of the way there

Yesterday evening I took a full truck load of "stuff" from our storage room here at our apartment over to my daughter's house for their weekend garage sale. This afternoon I have to move about the same amount from our warehouse. I've stirred up more dust in the process than a west Texas sandstorm. That will put me 2/3 of the way there.

I told Wonderful Daughter #3 I would be at her house by 7:30 to help her set up and price all this junk. I'm going to put a garage sale notice on Craig's List this evening, and I guarantee by first light tomorrow morning there will be cars parked in front of her house, waiting for us to open the garage doors. By mid-afternoon I'll be finished with this ordeal, and ready to enjoy what's left of my weekend.

What do people who buy all this stuff do with it? Are they the ones we see featured on Hoarders on TV? I've examined it all carefully and I'm pretty sure there are no Picasso's in the pile. It's just pure junk.

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Somethin's gotta change

Usually by Hump Day I'm beginning to get pumped about the upcoming weekend. This Hump Day I'm definitely NOT looking forward to what awaits. Why? I have to haul several truckloads of "stuff" to my daughter's house for their neighborhood garage sale.

I know I'll feel better later when I can see my dramatically cleaned out warehouse and storage room, but getting to that point is nasty, dirty, sneezy work. Why do I let myself get into this position? Why do I buy more and more stuff, then quickly shuffle it off to the closet (first stop), then on to it's final resting place (rotting place?) in storage? This is becoming an every-few-years ordeal. I need to change this pattern.

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