'Indiana, you old fool - that's not a valuable artifact and we're not in an ancient temple. We're at a garage sale and that's a tacky knickknack.'

I love the cartoon, since my husband has often been referred to as Indiana Jones or Louisana Jones by some.

Last year at this time we were holding a garage sale to downsize before moving into a smaller home.  The well laid plans of mice and men landed most of those “treasures” at the thrift store.  Our moving day finally came and we had filled a ‘Junks Are Us’ truck twice and shuffled much of our life out to the garbage can.  We learned quickly that most of our stuff wasn’t going to fit in a house half the size of our old one.

Much of what I thought was worth saving – costumes, hats, fun props – were packed into large, plastic storage crates.  They  were moved into the attic of our new garage, which was also stuffed with many other things, but no cars.  This past week, my darling granddaughter helped me to get the remainder of costume boxes down to sort through.  It’s time for another garage sale.  Since we’ve moved into the Halloween Capitol of the World, we should be able to get rid of most of it.

The funny things is, since we’ve lived here, we’ve been going to garage sales every week and always come home with something to repurpose and reuse.  Yesterday we stopped at one where a couple was also in the process of downsizing.  I chatted with the woman as my husband talked with the man about his antique car collection.  I had to chuckle, because this couple lived in a modest home, with a four car garage and huge pole barn in the back.  As we talked, the woman was uttering things that I said last year.  “I want to do this before I die so my kids don’t have to.”

Why are we so worried about that?  We moved grandparents and parents things after they passed, into our homes, which added to our own collection.  Now we’re worried that our kids would have to deal with this.  Anyway, the woman also made a funny comment.  She said, “If I were to die today and leave all this behind, my kids would kill me.” How funny is that?  How could they kill her if she was already dead?

So my mission for the next couple months is to downsize the garage so we can get a car in it this winter.  I’ve seriously been considering not driving anymore, so that would get rid of the other one, but that’s a whole different post.

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As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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