Yard Sale

Oh computer, how I have missed thee. House sitting was not actually bad. In fact, it is a lot like living with my parents. I was free to do as I pleased but nothing in the house belonged to me. I took care of 3 very well trained beagles. And I must now confess that I do not hate dogs. (Except my parents dog. She's a moron.) Without my computer I was left with plenty of time to think about my station in life. I realized that even though I currently lack the finances for my own place, there are still things I could be doing to further my cause. Like- sell my refrigerator. I'm pretty sure my next abode will be an apartment and I won't need my own frig. And that brings me to the piano. The 2 ton antique upright that also does not fit in an apartment. Then there is the matching couch and chair from the 1940's. Red velvet. I bought them at the thrift store when I was 19 with the intentions of restoring them to their original glory. 9 years later they still look like rejects from the set of Sanford and Son. It was a hard decision but they're as good as gone. I'm sure I will find many other possessions that need to be disposed of, but since I am a pack rat I will just have to take this- one object of gross materialism at a time.