Window blinds. Day 186/365 It’s time to go.

     It is time to let go of the bedroom window blinds that were in the house when we moved in twenty-six years ago. We replaced the fabric. but it is now faded and ripping apart.

     Why didn’t we do this sooner, we ask ourselves? The new Roman blinds, actually darken the room and are pleasing to the eye. Because they take up a lot less room, we can feel satisfied that we have less stuff in the house. After all, that’s our goal—well, most of the time.

Yard Sale Success. Day 185/365 It’s time to go, yard sale stuff.

     Price low and your yard sale will be a success.

     We were up at 5 setting up. The hours of the yard sale were 7AM to 1PM, but you can really only stave them off for an hour so by 6 we were making change and taking in quarters and dollars. An Asian man set up his grill and sold spring rolls and fried rice at the end of the driveway.  

 

      Big sellers were clothing, $1 a piece, and books, $.50 for hardbacks, $.25 for paperbacks. 

Free companion of the motor cyclist.

     The most fun was watching the pickers take everything we left at the end of the driveway. 

Day 184/365 It’s time to go, yard sale stuff.

     Tomorrow is the big day. We’ve been hauling, cleaning, organizing and pricing. Today it is more of the same, with emphasis on hauling books and clothes up from the basement. The good news is that tomorrow will be sunny but not humid. The bad news? Well, there isn’t any. All good. 

 If you seen anything you want, give me a call.
 

Day 183/365 It’s time to go, three little robins.

      This has nothing to do with what we have accumulated or with our part in letting go of anything. Three weeks ago a pair of robins built a nest in the rhododendron bush next to our house. They came and went bringing sticks and leaves; then they came and went bringing seeds and worms. 

The three chicks grew and grew and then one afternoon they flapped their wings. But hey didn’t fledge, so we went to bed, expecting to view their launch in the morning. Alas, the next day the nest was empty. The young birds had let go all by themselves; they didn’t even say goodbye.