Let’s see how far I can push this “moving” pun.
So today we had our one-day-only moving sale. I was somewhat dubious and stressed — I didn’t think we’d make enough money to pay for the trouble and I proposed we just donate it all to Goodwill. However, Anna made her Persuasion roll (she’s got a really high Charisma) and talked me into it.
We worked like mad to sort through all our stuff and decided on what we wanted to throw out of the wagon. We also brought in around $250, which should be our gas money for the move.
The items we didn’t sell will be disposed of in some other way. We’ll press them on friends, or recycle them, or throw them away, or reconsider.
If anyone wants one or more of the following items (all of which are located in Bend, Oregon), please contact me:
- Enough brewing supplies to permanently inebriate the Mormon Tabernacle Choir
- A set of four snow tires, mounted on rims, that fit a Subaru Impreza
- A bowling ball
- Old Macintosh computers (Power Computing clone w/G3, and an LC III, in working order — although I’ll grant you that whether or not they work is probably irrelevant)
- A LaserWriter IIg printer, complete with Ethernet interface (see above aside)
- A cubic yard of assorted cloth
- Another cubic yard of assorted women’s (actually, one specific woman’s) purses
- The usual assortment of vases, coffeepots, stuffed animals, etc. that are only seen at garage sales and are apparently perpetually traveling the globe, visiting each garage in turn (hence the term “moving sale”)
We sold the wheelbarrow and the lime iMac DV and the antique rolltop desk. Anna didn’t sell her guitar, not surprising given how she growled at anyone who approached it. The toboggan is also gone. I’m sure attempting to use it on the Organ Mountains would be some combination of fruitless, painful, or fatal, so it’s best it stays in Bend.
All in all, I’m glad we did it. Anna, you’re the best partner anyone could ask for. I love you.
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