“The garage sale has been cancelled,” my husband said in a disappointed voice. My heart soared with joy as these words were uttered. Two totally different reactions to the same sentence.
He was eagerly anticipating the fall neighborhood garage sale. This would be the time he could unload the attic of items that we no longer use. This was going to be a purging of the accumulated items in the attic. He has become a minimalist. Use it or lose it is his thinking.
I was dreading the sifting and sorting that lay ahead to prepare for this sale. I knew I would look at each item and think of possible uses for it. Then I would lay it aside, not ready to let it go to a new home. I tend to hang on to things. You know, I might need it (someday).
The days of the garage sale were cool and very wet, not the best weather for a sale. I was grateful I didn’t have to sit in the garage all day.
“Well, I guess I can wait and we can join in on the spring sale,” my husband announced. It’s seven months away. I guess I’d better start preparing.