The Sale Will Rise Again

Thanks again to everybody who helped clean out my basement.  The last deliveries will be made this week and four great guys in a pick up truck came by last Friday to take everything that was unclaimed and sellable to add to their own yard sale.  I hope I contributed to their beer fund!

Now that the basement is empty enough to roller skate in, we are moving to the closets.  Ladies and gentlemen, it’s a treasure trove of preemo crapola.  And since it’s never been in the basement, there are no mold/spider issues.

So give me a couple of months to unearth, identify, catalog and photograph the stuff and hopefully I’ll have a whole new batch of great freebies in time for your Xmas regifting.

Come on Down! You’re the Next Contestant on The Price is Free

So this has been a pretty successful experiment.  I’m not sure what I’ll do with the rest of the junk…er…treasures.  I’ve been thinking that maybe I’ll make this domain available to the next person who wants to declutterfy their own life.  It’s been very liberating!

I don’t think I’ll bother with the Saturday yard sale, since most of the good stuff has been claimed.  If you are a lucky winner, I’ll have a few beers and a box of wine waiting for you at the pick-up party Friday August 1 after work from 5:30-7:30.  Then I’m going to the Sportsman’s Grille to spend my lack of proceeds.  All are invited there too!

If you don’t know where I live or need directions, email me at thedryspot (at) gmail.com.  As a matter of fact, even if you do know where I live, email me if you’re coming so I can figure out how much beer to buy.

Thanks for sharing in the First Free Yard Sale production.

But Wait…There’s More!

OK, Nashville Free Yardsale Shoppers. We have some additions to our inventory.

Here’s a completely new and unused home car wash kit. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but RUABelle isn’t exactly fastidious about automobile cleanliness and I get my company car washed for free.

Here’s three tools of weed and grass destruction. We’re not sticklers for yard edging anymore.

If you were the one who gave me this 1.5 quart vacuum bottle for Christmas, I apologize for giving it away. I can’t remember when I got it or who gave it to me. Feel free to come take it back and give it to me again for Kwanzaa.

A bucket of mardi gras beads collected from numerous trips to New Orleans. Just add rum and stir.

For your crafty finger-amputating pleasure, we have a jigsaw, a Ryobi hand corner edger and an auger saw box. I have decided to replace all the tools in my tool box with one item…a telephone.

Here’s a close-up of the golf clubs. I know somebody has a kid out there who would like to hack up your yard with these things. Maybe you can use them if the lawn tools have already been claimed.

Perfectly good set of jumper cables. Apparently these things reproduce when left in cool, dark places because we have about five sets of them for two cars.

I think we have 2-3 boxes of VHS tapes thanks to my gullibility and multiple memberships to Columbia House. Hell, there might even be some Betamaxes in there. If you find one titled “Our Trip to Hedonism II,” I’d like that back…

Some ice bucket/shot glass sets. Apparently doing shots alone loses some of its luster after you get a day job.

A really expensive, heavy-ass wrought iron deck umbrella stand that doesn’t fit under the table we have outside. You’ll have to ask me really nicely to help you carry this sumbitch up the steps.

Coolers. Could probably use a good Cloroxing, but otherwise quite serviceable.

Two sets of crutches. Why do I keep these around? Am I hoping that I’ll ever need to use them again? Bad juju.

Pallet o’ random electronic stuff. Lots of cordless phones and intercom systems. We never answered whenever we tried to call each other anyway. Now we just text. There’s also an old NES system too if you’re tired of waiting for that Wii.

I think this is an electric paint roller set. I can’t believe we ever paid for something like this. Maybe it was an anonymous gift from the neighborhood association. Hint, hint.

An old Wall Street Powerbook. System 7 kicked ass in its day.

Some sorta low tech step climber. No electronics or adjustabililty. Good for keeping tweenage children occupied between Disney shows.

And finally, this is a beautiful 6 foot braided hibiscus plant that we’ve had for almost ten years. It is hale and healthy with gorgeous red blooms. But it needs to come inside every winter and the exact quote this spring was, “I (grunt) will (ugh) NEVER (groan) drag (ouch) this (unh) piece (ow) of crap through our house again!” Please come give it a good home, especially if you have a garage or something to haul it into during football season.

So NOW what would you not pay?! Operators are standing by.

Thanks So Much, Suckers…I Mean Friends!

Well, this is going well.

Update after 24 hours:

Claimed:

Camping Gear

Dragon Magazines

Golf Balls

Hanging Wardrobe

Nashville Coffee Table Books

Non-Electric Scooters

I’ll try to post some more pictures and descriptions in the next day or so.  You know you want a turkey fryer!  It works for seafood boils, too…

The Great Free Yard Sale Experiment

Eighteen years in the same house is a long time. A long time to accumulate a lot of crap.

But as long as it hid down in the basement as part of our rare brown recluse habitat, we felt like it was at least contributing to the ecology. But no more.

After years of promising ourselves that we’d do it, we finally rented a construction dumpster from Home Depot and cleared 30 cubic yards of stuff out of our lives. We tried to be fearless about it; I only went to the bottom of the dumpster once to rescue an old notebook from the first history classes I taught when I worked at a prep school. It’ll probably go out in the next trash run anyway.

But how does this involve you, dear reader? Despite the fact that we got rid of this much junk, there was still quite a lot of stuff that we were more than willing to part with, but that was still too nice to throw away. We’re not the yard sale type of homeowners, though. See that back 20% of the dumpster? That reserved for whatever our friends don’t want to take off our hands. For free!

We don’t care what you do with it. Don’t tell us it’s valuable if it turns out to be. Don’t offer us any money for it. Go ahead and have your own yard sale of you want and make a small bundle of money. We’d be happy for you. But come next Saturday at 4:00, anything left is going in the back of the dumpster for a Monday pick-up.

If you see anything you like, just send an email to thedryspot@gmail.com and I’ll put it aside for you on a first come-first served basis. We’ll have a box of wine and a case of beer available for your pleasure while we schedule the hand-off of our crap (er…treasures) on Friday August 1 from 5:30-7:30 and Saturday August 2 from 9:00-3:00. We’ll probably post something on Craigslist later in the week after our SimNashville friends get first crack at everything.

So what sort of stuff have we got? Take a look-see.

Here’s two Razor type scooters and an electric foot scooter. The charger works, but last time I remember, the scooter blew fuses. Maybe a techie type might like an easy project. Otherwise, it’s dumpster-bound.

This big inflatable rum bottle just appeared on our front porch years ago from sources unknown. If nobody wants it, we might make a nocturnal delivery to somebody else’s porch. Maybe yours.

Here’s a never used hanging wardrobe that was supposed to hold my hunting clothes that have been stored in the basement. I ended up figuring that mold was green and just contributed to the camouflage pattern anyway so I never used it. There’s also a couple of life preservers and a boat cushion that I kept long after I sold my boat. Go figure.

Here’s about 2 1/2 sets of old golf clubs. Totally usable, but not exactly the latest technology. This probably fits into the “Wow, these old persimmon woods are really valuable and you shouldn’t be giving them away” but I don’t give a crap category. I also have at least 100 brand new golf balls that would be great practice balls for somebody to hit with their new old clubs.

For your outdoor cooking pleasure, I have a full turkey frying kit with tons of extra accessories and smoker attachments. I fried turkeys for five consecutive Thanksgivings and then decided that I wanted to live to see my fifties, so I stopped using it. We also have a bunch of old soft coolers and playmates to make your picnic complete.

Speaking of Playmates, I’ve been unwilling to get rid of the couple hundred old Playboys that I subscribed to in the Dark Ages before I was in a committed relationship. But I think I’m ready and I’m sure there’s somebody out there with a fourteen year old kid with an appreciation for the female form. A friend gave me his father’s collection after he died, so there’s probably some duplicate issues and maybe a Penthouse or two thrown in there. I can’t vouch for the inherited rags, but I can tell you that most of mine are lightly used. I think there’s also a decade or two of SI swimsuit issues in those boxes too. No cherry-picking. If you take one, you take them all.

On the geekier side, I think I have most of the first 75 issues of Dragon Magazine. (Shut up!) I know these used to be really valuable amongst the RPG set, but I don’t want to deal with the hassle of selling them, or meeting the folks who would want to buy them.

This is a box of miscellaneous camping gear. I’ve reached the age where I don’t like to sleep on the ground anymore. I like to have something underneath me when I sleep. Like four floors of a Marriott. Come and get it!

Finally I have several copies of a great coffee table book that was basically one of those “A Day in the Life of…” books, but specifically about Music City. It was written by a good friend of mine and printed on my paper, so that’s why I bought a crapload of them to give away. They’re still in the original shrink wrap and would look great in your living room. Or your basement.

Can you tell I don’t care anymore?