Come sale away
A good housecleaning is a useful mental ritual between books. I'm starting Voice of Crow on Monday, as thoughts of Bad Company gradually fade.This morning I'm off to a friend's yard sale, with a box of old books, DVDs, and ugly tchotchkes (I purchased many of the latter at previous yard sales, although I don't remember being drunk at the time). My goal is to come home with less stuff than I left with, and maybe enough money for Sunday night pizza.
May we all find a way to clean out the literal or metaphorical cobwebs on this beautiful spring weekend.
UPDATE 9:12 PM: It's good to have goals. It's even better to have flexible goals. I've decided that coming home with better stuff is preferable to coming home with less stuff.
Final tally:
- $48.55 in cash
- Two CD shelves (the crowd goes wild)
- set of Monet coffee mugs
- The Best of Jefferson Airplane
- Kinky Friedman's Old Testaments & New Revelations
- Where Have All the Flowers Gone: The Songs of Pete Seeger (2-CD set)
- furry Eeyore Pez dispenser
- ginormous stuffed bear for my dog
- sunburned lips
- an appetite big enough to eat a whole box of Kraft Macaroni 'n' Cheese right out of the mixing bowl, with a wooden spoon
3 Comments:
And did you divest yourself of the feline fountain of blood?
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Rob S. at 4/30/2006 11:27 AM
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Jeri at 4/30/2006 12:09 PM
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Rob S. at 4/30/2006 6:24 PM
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