Had a yard sale today in preparation for moving in two weeks. The rule was that nothing came back into the house. Now everything that didn’t sell is outside waiting to be picked up by the VVA tomorrow.
All the neighbors came out of the woodwork to chat. The woman who always pretends she doesn’t see me was suddenly smiley as she bought my dining room table. She even giggled about the neighbor who never stops talking.
The neighbor who never stops talking, told me a long ghost story, bought a pack of tarot cards and then told me she didn’t know how to use them (so I sold her some books on Tarot).
The Pleiadian neighbor told me she wanted to start volunteering at the same places I do.
The guy who moved in directly next door two months ago suddenly opened up, told me his best LSD stories, offered all the neighbors homemade vodka and tried to give me a dildo (“still in the box, never used! My friend ordered it, but gave it to me when she saw how big it was”).
The sale was blah, I looked at the hours I put into it and realized that in the end I made minimum wage, but my house is significantly emptier. I’m seriously sunburned, but it was worth the misfit-toy camaraderie that my neighbors are finally starting to offer …now that I’m moving out of the neighborhood.