Last week, I was preparing for the mother of all garage sales. Close to 100 years of old books, pictures, furniture, and other assorted miscellanea has been slowly decaying in my basement and attic – but it was finally time to sell it all. One of the ritzy estate dealers had already rifled through and gotten the real treasures, the rest could go to the bargain hunters. I had spent weeks preparing – sorting, tagging, cleaning – and Wednesday morning I felt strangely free clicking “submit” on my Craigslist ad. Not two hours later, I got an email from a not-so-ritzy estate buyer. In two shakes of a lamb’s tail, I had agreed to let him come peruse the leftovers on his offer to “buy the whole shebang.” That same afternoon, we shook on a deal – he got it all, I got a rock bottom price (but several weekends had just been freed up). In the next two days, I helped him move more than 200 boxes into the waiting trucks. Now I sit – weary yet relieved – wondering how I’m going to spend next weekend.

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