Yesterday was our big yard sale. I’ve been watching a lot of “clean up your house” shows on TV since I’ve been home, and it has really inspired me to clean out the clutter myself. I had so much junk that I was able to hold a yard sale and invited several others to participate with me. Yesterday was the big day.
I always feel a bit sad when I put things out for sale, and yesterday was no exception, really. Looking at Leah’s baby things out there got me all misty-eyed and wistful. I usually feel quite confident that I’ve put the right things out, but there is always one or two things that I think, “Well, maybe I shouldn’t have done that.” Nothing has struck me yet, but I’m sure it will.
I took a chance and asked one lady who came over about her hair. She was African-American and had the most beautiful head of hair, I just loved it. Leah’s hair continues to be a mystery to me. It turns out, the woman I spoke to was an adoption social worker at Fairfax County Department of Family Services. We had the most amazing chat about adoption and hair and it was really life affirming… She gave me her card and asked me to keep in touch. I certainly shall!
After we took most of the valuable stuff back in the house, I posted our left overs on Craig’s List and Freecycle and waited for people to come grab it. However, after all the heat yesterday, there was a terrible thunderstorm in the late afternoon. Fortunately, our neighbor’s son came over and helped me get everything up on the porch just as quick as you please, and a gentleman who stopped over to pick up a few things also helped us work to get things under cover. I grabbed some blankets and trash bags and got most everything covered before the rains came.
Last night, 6 Freecyclers rolled and took probably 60% of what was out there. The main things I have left to deal with are some furniture (dining room chairs, coffee table), books, VHS tapes, and odds and ends. I’ve reposted to Freecycle this morning and we’ll see what happens. By noon, everything is going. To the dump, to Goodwill, to wherever, I’m loading it up and taking it out of here.
It feels good. I like knowing that I have made my home a lot nicer, that I’ve helped people who need it, that I’ve cleared out the clutter in more ways than one. Today, I have a metric ton of cleaning to do, getting clothes boxed up so I can consign them this fall, picking up the toys and stuff that got strewn around while a pile of babies and toddlers were running through the house while their parents were losing probably 8 pounds each in sweat alone outside, our normal dump run, and getting ready for the week ahead. It will be busy, but short, as I’m heading up to my dad’s for his retirement party this coming weekend.
But I’m proud of what I accomplished, grateful to my friends who stood by me and helped out (Thanks mucho Cindy and Jason and Manda!) and ready to tackle our next project: preparing the house for a teenager! *Cue scary music*