Since spring–well, actually since the spring before last–I’ve been planning on having a yard/garage/bunch-of-crap-that-we-don’t-want-anymore sale.
The problem is that I never got past the planning stage. Why? This is what I asked myself. Why?
Why would I want my neighbors pawing over my crap and laughing at me afterwards?
Why would I want a bunch of strangers milling about my driveway?
Why would anyone want my old cassettes?
I’ve decided I’m not going to do it. Instead, anything we would have sold is going either to the take-it-or-leave-it at the dump, the book swap at the dump, the Salvation Army, or Freecycle.
I would have made what $100 or $200 tops? And that works out to probably way less than $10 an hour for all of the prep work (not to mention the supplies and advertising) and so I’m not going to do it.
I am liberated from the yoke of the yard sale.