Tonight we tackled the attic. Wilderheart handed things down, I caught them below and stacked them, and Munchkin (our 14-month-old) stood barricaded in the bedroom watching with intense interest.
After we had a substantial pile, I then carried boxes to the landing and Wilderheart carried them the rest of the way down. This process went a lot faster, and resulted in both of us wheezing and heaving. I have knots all up and down my back, bruises in place I didn't know could bruise, and an overwhelming urge to drool on myself at the end of the day. We are certainly paying for our sin of materialism!
We emptied many, many boxes - some items were combined into other boxes, some items thrown out, and even more landed in the sell/donate piles. I really am dreading pricing all of these things, but hopefully the sale will prove fruitful and we'll 1. have more money when it's over and 2. have less stuff when it's over!
Oh, and on a side note about that open-house sale: I posted a listing for it in the paper today. We "won" two free garage sale yard signs for being the first of the season :) hehe!
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