Good Stuff, Assorted*

I’ve been saving a LOT of good stuff. Stuff with potential and plenty of patina. ‘Some’ may call it junk. Our buyers clearly state that they want all of our sheds, workshops and barn empty. Empty as in..no good stuff. I’m pretty sure that they have no vision.

I begin calling my friends to share the good stuff.

My friends cannot believe that the buyers do not want all this good stuff. They keep offering me money, but giving it to them is so much fun.

They can’t believe their luck. My friends share my vision.

My Loving Spouse spends a lot of time shaking his head. He is very creative, but some days he has trouble seeing what I see.

We have to remove all of the bus seats we installed in the barn for our party. Out the way they came in, through the side door and lowered down. The first set goes to a lovely family of lively girls, who immediately want to know if they can go down attached to the rope and pulley as well.

Their parents are building them a fort and Mom sees the bus seating as perfect. I hope it is so perfect that she comes back for more.

We always knew that some of the very, very good stuff would need a new home before we left. Stewart the remaining chicken from our egg hatching school project 6 years ago would need a special home. Stewart is one tough old bird, surviving more than one rooster attack and fairly bald. He would need someone who loves their chickens. The young student My Loving Spouse has been driving for the last two years is just the boy. He comes out of the chicken coop kissing his new girl.

My children’s highchair is full of so many memories. I offer it to my Sweet Neighbor Sue who has her first grandchild, hoping so much that she’ll want it.

We are both thrilled that she does.

…and then our buyers do not make their deposit.

We’ve just given away all of our firewood and fall is coming.

Warning!

This next picture may cause emotional distress.

Two different friends let us know that if we need firewood they will happily share theirs with us and fill the wood rack.

…and we are blessed and this is hard.

(No word yet on helping to fill the wine rack, but I have faith.)

*Stuff, assorted is an ode to my mom. Betty was the Queen of organization. My brother and I, while helping clean her garage laughed so hard when we found the box labeled “stuff, assorted”. Clearly this was different from her regular ‘un-assorted stuff’. We might have never let her forget it.