Garage sale

While I industriously arm-wrestle the Internets to get my work done this morning, my fine new wife is collecting up the items we have set aside for this weekend's garage sale. Due to our remote location in the rural edges of Washtenaw County, we're dragging our unwanted items a few hours north to my parents' suburban home, where we hope business will be much better.

We have her father's Big Blue Van, a monstrous cavern on wheels powered by a muscular V8, and we're loading it up. This junk has got to go. Some of it has been made redundant by shiny replacements in the form of wedding and shower gifts; some of it was just gathering junk. It's good to air this stuff out and see if it can find a grateful new owner. Maybe make a few bucks... but then, we're not selling many big-ticket items, so I'm not holding out much hope for profits.

The cost of driving the Big Blue Van around may make the whole enterprise a wash, financially.

Still, out with the old...