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Moving


Camy

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Having got rid of the 'ouse, I'm in the middle of packing up to move.

Lord I have a lot of utter crap ... and it's so damn hard to get rid of. Which accounts for the stress levels.

I know that 'things' don't really make one happy. But I've accumulated them, and they're mine (all mine Bwahaha), and I want-want-want to keep them.

*sighs*

I've already taken two van loads to the dump.

*sighs some more*

I'll be away for a bit, and back when I can.

Cheers y'all, and apologies to those who have emailed and got no response.

Camy

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Thinking of you as you load your life into a van...My old man said 'Follow the van,And don't dilly-dally on the way...."Off went the van with my whole home in itI walked behind with my old Cock Linnet...HugsBruin

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I don't know whether the custom has crossed the sea to Merrie Olde, but here, we lay those two van-loads out on our lawns and driveways, put up signs on cars and posts saying "Garage Sale" with addresses or arrows pointing the way, then watch the people come like locusts. You can make some good coin doing that, here. You guys are a lot more refined than we are, so perhaps it woudnl't fly there. But here. . . .C

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I did that, Cole, when I moved from a house into an apartment, and cleared $3500 in 4 hours. Then I paid another $40 to dump the stuff nobody would buy, like broken bricks, left over 4 inch bits of 2x4 lumber, etc. I even got $5 for an old sofa with 2 springs sticking out of it. :)

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We have "Car Boot Sales" (Car Boot = Car Trunk) here. The idea is, at some prearranged time, a lot of people load up their cars with stuff to sell, congregate in a field, and buy each other's junk. A few people even manage to turn a consistent profit - but only by buying from wholesalers and operating under the thin pretense that they're clearing out their attic.I've been helping a friend to clear out his house this month. In principle we could have sold the furniture and books, but it would have been slow, unreliable, and not make much cash. In the event we put all the furniture in the driveway with a note that anyone who wanted anything could take it - and almost everything was taken in three hours. Odd how you see this done successfully with furniture, but computers and monitors left on the street are almost never taken.Oh, and the stuff that didn't get taken, I got to smash up with a big hammer - great fun.Anyway, good news that you're moving, Camy. Soon you'll have a nice new place, and a distant memory of a lot of junk that you never used but somehow felt attached to - until the day after it was gone. Maybe there's a story there waiting to be written :-).

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I don't really want to place the following in the flash fiction, if for no other reason than that it is completely true, with no element of fiction at all. Camy, if you think it belongs there anyway, let me know, or post it there yourself. The Garage SaleBy TrabSeven o’clock, and we heard a steady buzzing. A quick peak out the front drapes, and it was clear what was happening. We had “early birds”. For a fortnight we had planned the big ‘garage sale’, and now our plans were to all coming to fruition. My buddy and I had been living in this house for several years, but we had to move. Accumulations of household goods, and personal effects, had to be gotten rid of, and a garage sale seemed to be the best way to go. We had checked out other garage sales, spoken with the people putting them on, and found out what problems occurred, not to mention what monies were made. We vowed to do better than merely $300.The number one issue was always ‘walkaways’. That is, stuff walked away without any money changing hands. Easily solved, by containing ALL the goods inside the garage, rec room, and back yard with the 6 foot high fence. Everyone would have to exit via one exit. The number two issue seemed to be fake bartering. Sellers would price tag the items, and when the bargain hunter got to the payment person, would claim that one of the other workers had been convinced to let the item go for less than the sticker price. Not quite so easy to deal with, but we developed a ‘code’ that had to be included on every sticker which was bargained down. No code, no price reduction. The number three issue was early birds. Hawks, mostly professional garage salers, would swoop in early, buy the best stuff, and leave before most people had a chance to even arrive. By the time the rest got there, the excited feeding frenzy would have disappeared, and people ended up trying to bargain down everything. Our plan was simple, using the solution to #1. By keeping everything inside and away from the public until the exact correct time, we would avoid this issue.The last major issue was publicity. People posted their sales in the Classified Ads 2 days beforehand. That was it. Well, not us. We created signs on plastic, and the night before we placed them up to 1 mile away, pointing to our place. Not only that, we also went the ad route, but started that 2 weeks early. The buzz increased as it neared 8 a.m. Not that this meant anything to us, as we had announced 9 a.m. SHARP as the start time. However, when we looked outside again, it became obvious that we might just have a ‘situation’ on our hands. At least 50 people were standing outside, waiting, talking, laughing. My buddy went out to speak with them, and I made sure all was in order. Ice water, coffee, soft drinks, cookies, all at above grocery store pricing, were ready to go. Some of the people left, to come back at the right time.Nearly 9 a.m. and it was a dull roar outside. At best guess, there were over 200 people waiting, and cars were parked from one end of the street to the other, for several blocks. My buddy went outside again, this time with the bullhorn, and announced that it was almost time. He had the nerve to actually rev them up, like a warm up act on a live TV show. He joked, he teased, he had the roar become almost overwhelming. Nine, and we rolled up the garage door. The surge of people was enormous. All were quite controlled, but eager beyond words. They grabbed things, right, left, center. They checked out the back yard, rec room and garage itself. Racks of material were sold, with our code working perfectly. Then the racks themselves were sold. Coffee, soda, and cookies seemed to be breathed in. We grabbed one young fellow who tried to shoplift a radio, but his obvious terror at being caught made us decide to not call the cops, as we had serious doubts he’d ever try that again.Eleven, and it was over. We were cleaned out, including some old furniture we had never expected to sell. The net take, approximately $3500. The only thing we lost was a large wheelbarrow, which some enterprising soul had managed to actually fling over our 6-foot high fence, into the neighbor’s yard, from whence he fetched it over their 4-foot high fence. Another neighbor, who didn’t bother to let us know, saw all this. Frankly, I’m not at all sure I’d have wanted to approach anyone large enough and strong enough to do that kind of flinging in the first place.Copyright 2008 by Trab. All rights reserved.

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