We’re doing the suburban spring ritual; a yard sale. I don’t like yard sales. I don’t like those “Early Bird” flea market dealers who invade your space regardless of whether or not your ad says “NO EARLY BIRDS!!” Watching people paw your stuff..the whole being cordial and friendly thing. I don’t do cordial and friendly outside of my workplace. I am PAID and very well, to be cordial and friendly. Its a job. This is my home, there is a big difference. I like my life quiet and private. No cocktail parties, no coffee katsches, no clubs, no organizations; been there, done that and hated it.
I have a largish collection of Neo-Pagan books that are of no use to me anymore. Do I sell them or do I hang on to them for the family? Family doesn’t need them anymore than do I. They know their stuff. Hate to get rid of them though; took years to amass the collection.
For example, I have the Collective Works of Aleister Crowley, volumes 1 through 3. They are from a private library and I bought them for a ridiculously low price from someone who had no idea what they were selling. Surviving relative or something. I have read the books and I can’t say I’m a fan. I don’t like poetry at all and Crowley’s stuff is simply not all that good. Crowleyites are screaming obscenities at me, by this admission. No. He was not a poet. He thought he was but that stuff is amateurish and he seems to be trying to copy other poets of his time period with the styling. Whatever…do I sell them? Not a garage sale, for sure. I may not like the stuff but I have too much respect for the man to allow, as I’m sure he would think, the “rabble” pawing at this works.
What constitutes something that should be kept? This question always leaves me flummoxed…I have stuff and junk. I don’t like junk. What is the difference between stuff and junk? I’m not a real fan of bric a brac; ornaments and such. I have Wedgewood from my grandmother. I don’t like Wedgewood. I have sketches from various artists of some repute – I don’t like them either. I have videos, don’t watch ’em. I prefer DVD’s. There are boxes downstairs, in the Man Cave. I haven’t gone through them in years, therefore, to me? If I haven’t needed whatever they contain, I don’t need to have the stuff hanging around, taking up space.
I don’t like clutter and right now, I feel like my house is cluttered. Relatives have passed on and I received some of their property. It was THEIR property and I don’t know that having it in my house is supposed to mean anything. I mean, I loved them, I remember them, I don’t need a physical reminder of their existence.
I really have to get my definitions straight and soon. The hubby would like to do the sale next weekend.