There’s a for sale sign in the yard. It’s not what I thought I wanted, but it works. Tonight we’ll bury the St. Joseph statue I bought.
I can’t believe how much stuff we had. The garage is almost cleared out. It’s getting easier to let stuff go. Yesterday I took a few things to a new antique/used stuff place. I gave the owner my old wood ironing board, some pint glasses, and my grandmother’s punch set.
I think just getting ready for this trip will curtail my shopping habits in the future. I don’t need every gadget, pan, or serving piece for every occasion. Renting can cost almost as much as buying something, but then I don’t have to babysit it for the rest of my life. I recently heard someone claim that shopping is an American recreation activity, and I’m starting to see that.