Not long ago, a Realtor dropped off the flier announcing plans for the annual neighborhood garage sale. “Join us to make this the biggest sale ever!” the flyer read.
Since making our move to Colorado, we have never participated in this annual ritual. This year would be no exception. I’ve learned the hard way that for a compulsive shopper it doesn’t matter much if it’s new or “gently used.” And the last things I need are my neighbors’ cast-offs clamoring for space in our home.
As I dropped the flyer in the trash, I couldn’t help but visualize one family down the street. They have so much stuff in their garage they can barely close the door. Each year, just in time for the one-day big event, they roll all of it out onto the front lawn for the day. Then as the sun sets, they turn into human shoehorns to squeeze everything back into place, where it will remain until the same time next year….