The moving sale

So, we survived the great moving sale.....barely. And only because we have the best friends in the world. Peter and Nick emptied my storage locker of the crap that I kept from my parents' house on Thursday and Friday. Various friends dropped off tables and coolers with water. On Friday, Marianne, Brian, and Ann Marie came over to help carry things out and arrange them. Marianne was the star of the show, categorizing and pricing every item.

Saturday dawned early at 6:30am. Anil and Tim arrived at 7am to help carry the last items out. And it turns out that Tim is a born salesman. He wouldn't let folks leave without buying something. And he usually managed to get them to take an extra item with them! Brilliant all around. We sold Alan's grandmother's bedroom set, my grandfather's iron bed, my grandmother's buffet table, the Waterford, and a lot of other stuff. Bookshelves did not move, much to my surprise and neither did the Barbies. But the Breyer horses, the Playskool blocks, and Chauncey all went to appreciative children.

All in all a huge success but not one that could have been accomplished without our friends.