I woke up early, as usual, this morning and did my regular routine. Check e-mails, go on Facebook and watch the National on CBC GEM. Facebook was still the postings from yesterday as most of my fellow posters are yet to get on-line. Market place was quiet as I have only one ad, my kayak left on the site as I deleted my Yard Sale Ad from the weekend.
Yes, that will be my last Yard Sale post as I spent Saturday and Sunday donating and dumping the majority of things left over from years of picking. The $165 made from the yard sale went into the bank, the old pump organ desk when into the dumpster at Habitat, a table went back to the Mount as a donation and DVDs will be stored till the Gilmore Street Sale for the Parkinson’s fund raiser. A few treasures of questionable value will boxed and put on a high shelf till a worthy charity requests donations and then they will come out of hiding with no inspection or regret and handed over. As I easily drive the car back into the garage, I marvel at the space created by my new minimalist way of doing things.
Not only is there space in the garage, but also there is space in my day. Rather than hours spent on Market Place, on-line auctions and inventory management (fancy words for shuffling my latest picks), I can get to posting blogs on my website, reading my latest issue of National Geographic or The Walrus or even get into the garden once the sun comes up. There is however a little sadness as I break another pattern to adjust my life style. The emptiness of space once filled by picking now looks like a gap between clouds in the sky just waiting for rays of sunlight to shine through. Hopefully I will give the sun enough time to find its way before I try to fill in this space with something new.
Maybe tomorrow morning I will do something different or maybe just sleep in!